Salt Lab

[Intro]

(Python, where your tag at?)

Sometimes it's just how you talk

Uh

Shit don’t match your walk

Huh

[Chorus]

Sometimes it's just how you talk, shit don't match your walk

Be mad at the truth, that shit ain’t our fault

Just a dash of salt, for taste is gon' affect the cost

What the fuck you thought? What the fuck you thought?

[Verse 1]

That niggas would sympathize?

Way we be flippin' sides soon as we are not entertained?

Niggas been ill-advised, need a still-I-rise attitude if you in this game

Haters get energized off of anything, nigga can't even penny-pinch

If I wear my pennies proud, then my DMs are really lynched, some silly shit

Really seen niggas change up the whole narrative doin' gritty shit

Ain't no tit-for-tats, ain't twenty toes that I would kick it with, I'm just standin’ on ’em

6'5" like I’m 5'6", gotta let 'em know I got the blammer on 'em

Hear the chatter, police scanner on ’em

Full house, ain't no Tanners with 'em, but his cameras on 'em, nigga, top rank

You can't approach me however you want

Free from reproach, these lowly opinions

Got nowhere to hold on, the level I'm on

No one to pole vault, it needed its raising

It's only occasionally, I am the one, and I ain't the one

Ain't tellin' no lies to you, why did they run?

[Chorus]

Sometimes it's just how you talk, shit don't match your walk

Be mad at the truth, that shit ain't our fault

Just a dash of salt, for taste is gon' affect the cost

What the fuck you thought? What the fuck you thought?

Sometimes it's just how you talk, shit don't match your walk

Be mad at the truth, that shit ain't our fault

Just a dash of salt, for taste is gon' affect the cost

What the fuck you thought? What the fuck you thought?

[Verse 2]

These bitches just give it up just 'cause you switch it up?

Keep it a buck, damn, where the hoes at? Niggas can't even really mix with us

And now that I mention it, treat 'em like sickle cell, ain't got no hook that'll interest us

Bunch of lost boys, niggas in distress, say it with your chest

I've been bench-pressin' her body weight, know it will impress

And I still attest to the simple fact

Keepin' it real ain't gon' do you wrong

Sometimes you just gotta watch your tone

Sometimes you better off on the phone

Sometimes visions gon' turn into soup

Then you butternut squash it and leave it 'lone

Niggas start moshin', won't say a word

On my Chris Bosh, I'ma stretch a flow

Keep it touch and go, I'ma stay a verb

I'm talkin' action, I play with words

Don't do no catfish or Mad Hatters

Nigga, that matters when I lay a verse

Bad patterns, nigga, stay avert

And I could give a fuck 'bout what he say he heard

Tell the truth and shade the devil, nigga

Level niggas

[Chorus]

Sometimes it's just how you talk, shit don't match your walk

Be mad at the truth, that shit ain't our fault

Just a dash of salt, for taste is gon' affect the cost

What the fuck you thought? What the fuck you thought?

Sometimes it's just how you talk, shit don't match your walk

Be mad at the truth, that shit ain't our fault

Just a dash of salt, for taste is gon' affect the cost

What the fuck you thought? What the fuck you thought?