Salt Kills Snails

Salt kills snails and flavors the players
Now after hating on player
I hope you pray for me later
I guess you perfect, I'm tryna be like you
Put some P's in the luggage
Hope they get right through
I'm overseas like it's down the street
Effortless no police watching shit I do
Taking pictures hope they get my shoes
They expensive, not to mention they vintage
I'm on a thirty day stretch
Two P's on a bench
Wrap that bitch up twice know they
Looking out for a scent
Rapping bout thе shit I lived I
Swear evеry by I meant
What I spent getting to this money
Man I forget spent a on these Nikes though
In New York at KIF i hit a lick
Dark shit on me on my face I'm a vic
I'm out in LA with an
NY fitted feeling like Nip
I'm out in New York hitting home
Runs I feel like a Met
Let the braids get fuzzy
Getting to this money they thought
All that was behind me but we traffic it in
Moving ammo to the floor
Bring the vacuum sealer in
Mix Roxanne with Patricia man I
Can't feel a thing
Music and me dropping bags let a nigga live
I know that this rap hot but
Imma run it to a million
Imma run it to the ceiling