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Throwing Salt
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Throwing Salt adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Columbia tarafından 30 Eylül 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıEverything Must Go
Released30 Eylül 2025
FirmaColumbia
DilEnglish
BPM139
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Akustiklik
Valence
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Enerji

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[Intro]
(Damn, Glizz, that hard)
(TC, cut 'em up)
Yeah
Ayy
Yeah
[Chorus]
Thought I kicked the cup, yeah, guess I relapsed again
Trap jump, I don't even touch it, still gettin' them turkeys in
**** throwin' salt on my name, tryna fuck my image up
Probably make 'em hate these ****' bitches that they linkin' up
These **** want attention like a ho, they see me blowin' up
All these **** held they nuts on me, forever fuck 'em
All these bitches on my trail wanna blow me like a bubble
These hoes can't get nothin' out the kid, sorry, baby, I ain't no sucker
[Verse 1]
I make the trap roll on the Monday, play in all the way from Kentucky
This a deuce up in this soda, that why my cup look so muddy
So much dog shit comin' in, when I spend, I ain't got no budget
These **** be talkin' 'bout some motion, poor as fuck, ain't got no money
I'm Mr. Get Off, swing that door, soon as that pack land, ****, I flush it
I put that stuff on, check the details, **** can't pop how I pop it
These **** fakin' like they plug they middleman, don't know the socket (Yeah)
I get fly as fuck to jugg, should've been the goddamn pilot, yeah
[Chorus]
Thought I kicked the cup, yeah, guess I relapsed again
Trap jump, I don't even touch it, still gettin' them turkeys in
**** throwin' salt on my name, tryna fuck my image up
Probably make 'em hate these ****' bitches that they linkin' up
These **** want attention like a ho, they see me blowin' up
All these **** held they nuts on me, forever fuck 'em
All these bitches on my trail wanna blow me like a bubble
These hoes can't get nothin' out the kid, sorry, baby, I ain't no sucker
[Verse 2]
Switchin' cars all through the day, I'm tryna duck the undercover
I'ma tax you if I don't know you, I need twelve for these Bubbas
Lil' bitch see I'm poppin' now, she tryna eat me up for supper
Trappin' late night, I done powered up, I got it off the hustle
Beat the road just like a truck, I'll front the 'bows, just pay me double
Belt to ass, I ain't tryna tussle, ****, I got it off the muscle
Can't forget about them hard times, I'm up, I used to struggle
Them straight raw, I wanna buy a load, just tell me what's the number
Yeah, ****, I give a P, go weigh it up, then swing the door
I just got a call that them packs just landed, I'm finna go beat the road
I got a old head at the spot, he beatin' up the pot standin' over the stove
Oh, I'm out the city right now, but I know where it's at, just call my dog for a 'bow
[Chorus]
Thought I kicked the cup, yeah, guess I relapsed again
Trap jump, I don't even touch it, still gettin' them turkeys in
**** throwin' salt on my name, tryna fuck my image up
Probably make 'em hate these ****' bitches that they linkin' up
These **** want attention like a ho, they see me blowin' up
All these **** held they nuts on me, forever fuck 'em
All these bitches on my trail wanna blow me like a bubble
These hoes can't get nothin' out the kid, sorry, baby, I ain't no sucker
[Outro]
(Damn, Glizz, that hard)
(TC, cut 'em up)
Written by: Brayon Marteleus Turner, Jecorion Hollingsworth, Ronnie Vickers jr, Shikeim Washington, Thomas Carroll
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