Put That Shit On
Off-White denim, Dior my shirt and my sneakers
She like how I put this shit on
I'm a big boss, I got my own fragrance
I don't even much put on cologne
These niggas turned they back on me, damn, that's crazy
They ain't even much wearin' VLONE
Just got in my zone
Countin' up racks, hands full
Play callin', can't pick up the phone, ayy
Double cup filled to the top right now
'Cause I got this shit here out the mud
I'm havin' carats, ain't talkin' 'bout hare
My diamonds be water, them hoes out the tub
Ain't talking doctors, these niggas some scrubs
Steppin' on opps, man, these niggas some rugs
We havin' extensions, lil' bitch, I'm a plug
Ayy, hit the show in a Sprinter with thugs
Bankroll nothin' but dubs
She knowin' I'm havin' some shit
Fuck me in the trunk, don't need a big bed
Got a whole lotta bands in the bankroll
How the fuck you expect me not to get a big head?
I got twenties and fifties and hundreds
That shit just look real pretty when I spread
Go spend 'bout forty or fifty on guns
If them bitches catch me, we goin' to the field
Mixin' Christian Dior with some shit
I don't even much know how to say it
Bitch crazy as hell talkin' 'bout she don't suck dick
But she know how to beg
No security, but I ain't worryin' 'bout shit
Ridin' with some shit that's the size of a leg
Shoot through your chest and it come out your back
And that bitch leave a hole that's the size of your head
I just be buyin' some shit that I can't even pronounce
I ain't tryin', I just put it on
These fuck niggas lyin', they just make shit rhyme
When they talkin' gangster shit up in them songs
Might take me some time, but shit, I'ma grind
'Cause I am not ridin' no dick for to get on
But remind, fuck bitch, if you get out of line
Then you'll fuck 'round and get spit on
Off-White denim, Dior my shirt and my sneakers
She like how I put this shit on
I'm a big boss, I got my own fragrance
I don't even much put on cologne
These niggas turned they back on me, damn, that's crazy
They ain't even much wearin' VLONE
Just got in my zone
Countin' up racks, hands full
Play callin', can't pick up the phone
Off-White denim, Dior my shirt and my sneakers
She like how I put this shit on
I'm a big boss, I got my own fragrance
I don't even much put on cologne
These niggas turned they back on me, damn, that's crazy
They ain't even much wearin' VLONE
Just got in my zone
Countin' up racks, hands full
Play callin', can't pick up the phone
Ayy, just caught an opp bitch outta bounds and I took her back home
What's that? That's a pick-six, ayy
Them niggas cool, but I ain' in they face,
Lil' bitch, I ain't friendly, ayy
Niggas say they love you,
But for real, that shit be envy
Ayy, lil' bitch, I'm at the trap,
You get pat down before you enter
I say country boy,
Just spent a whole Mark Ingram inside Lenox, ayy
Freaky bitch suck dick a lil' more sloppy if it's tinted
Brand new blue Charger
And it came with pink paper, this shit ain't rented
Ayy, fuck the dubs, got hundreds and fifties today
Which car I'ma drive? How I'm feelin' today?
Trap did good, so I'm chillin' today
Shit, I think I made twenty today
Don't wan' fuck, keep tellin' me that she gay
Wan' nut on her titties and face
Swear to God that I be trying to change
But I'm too stuck in my ways
And if I flop, then I'm gon' rob
Gon' up this Drac', bitch, open the safe
We just land the weight by seven
The bitch gon' kill the dog if he smell this shit
Post in the trap just to sell this shit
Just chill, 'cause he gon' mail the rest
This rap shit take too much of my time
Goddamn, I got some bales to stretch
I'm a grown-ass man, nigga, watch your tone
Well, who the fuck is you yellin' at?
Off-White denim, Dior my shirt and my sneakers
She like how I put this shit on
I'm a big boss, I got my own fragrance
I don't even much put on cologne
These niggas turned they back on me, damn, that's crazy
They ain't even much wearin' VLONE
Just got in my zone
Countin' up racks, hands full
Play callin', can't pick up the phone
Off-White denim, Dior my shirt and my sneakers
She like how I put this shit on
I'm a big boss, I got my own fragrance
I don't even much put on cologne
These niggas turned they back on me, damn, that's crazy
They ain't even much wearin' VLONE
Just got in my zone
Countin' up racks, hands full
Play callin', can't pick up the phone
She like how I put this shit on
I'm a big boss, I got my own fragrance
I don't even much put on cologne
These niggas turned they back on me, damn, that's crazy
They ain't even much wearin' VLONE
Just got in my zone
Countin' up racks, hands full
Play callin', can't pick up the phone, ayy
Double cup filled to the top right now
'Cause I got this shit here out the mud
I'm havin' carats, ain't talkin' 'bout hare
My diamonds be water, them hoes out the tub
Ain't talking doctors, these niggas some scrubs
Steppin' on opps, man, these niggas some rugs
We havin' extensions, lil' bitch, I'm a plug
Ayy, hit the show in a Sprinter with thugs
Bankroll nothin' but dubs
She knowin' I'm havin' some shit
Fuck me in the trunk, don't need a big bed
Got a whole lotta bands in the bankroll
How the fuck you expect me not to get a big head?
I got twenties and fifties and hundreds
That shit just look real pretty when I spread
Go spend 'bout forty or fifty on guns
If them bitches catch me, we goin' to the field
Mixin' Christian Dior with some shit
I don't even much know how to say it
Bitch crazy as hell talkin' 'bout she don't suck dick
But she know how to beg
No security, but I ain't worryin' 'bout shit
Ridin' with some shit that's the size of a leg
Shoot through your chest and it come out your back
And that bitch leave a hole that's the size of your head
I just be buyin' some shit that I can't even pronounce
I ain't tryin', I just put it on
These fuck niggas lyin', they just make shit rhyme
When they talkin' gangster shit up in them songs
Might take me some time, but shit, I'ma grind
'Cause I am not ridin' no dick for to get on
But remind, fuck bitch, if you get out of line
Then you'll fuck 'round and get spit on
Off-White denim, Dior my shirt and my sneakers
She like how I put this shit on
I'm a big boss, I got my own fragrance
I don't even much put on cologne
These niggas turned they back on me, damn, that's crazy
They ain't even much wearin' VLONE
Just got in my zone
Countin' up racks, hands full
Play callin', can't pick up the phone
Off-White denim, Dior my shirt and my sneakers
She like how I put this shit on
I'm a big boss, I got my own fragrance
I don't even much put on cologne
These niggas turned they back on me, damn, that's crazy
They ain't even much wearin' VLONE
Just got in my zone
Countin' up racks, hands full
Play callin', can't pick up the phone
Ayy, just caught an opp bitch outta bounds and I took her back home
What's that? That's a pick-six, ayy
Them niggas cool, but I ain' in they face,
Lil' bitch, I ain't friendly, ayy
Niggas say they love you,
But for real, that shit be envy
Ayy, lil' bitch, I'm at the trap,
You get pat down before you enter
I say country boy,
Just spent a whole Mark Ingram inside Lenox, ayy
Freaky bitch suck dick a lil' more sloppy if it's tinted
Brand new blue Charger
And it came with pink paper, this shit ain't rented
Ayy, fuck the dubs, got hundreds and fifties today
Which car I'ma drive? How I'm feelin' today?
Trap did good, so I'm chillin' today
Shit, I think I made twenty today
Don't wan' fuck, keep tellin' me that she gay
Wan' nut on her titties and face
Swear to God that I be trying to change
But I'm too stuck in my ways
And if I flop, then I'm gon' rob
Gon' up this Drac', bitch, open the safe
We just land the weight by seven
The bitch gon' kill the dog if he smell this shit
Post in the trap just to sell this shit
Just chill, 'cause he gon' mail the rest
This rap shit take too much of my time
Goddamn, I got some bales to stretch
I'm a grown-ass man, nigga, watch your tone
Well, who the fuck is you yellin' at?
Off-White denim, Dior my shirt and my sneakers
She like how I put this shit on
I'm a big boss, I got my own fragrance
I don't even much put on cologne
These niggas turned they back on me, damn, that's crazy
They ain't even much wearin' VLONE
Just got in my zone
Countin' up racks, hands full
Play callin', can't pick up the phone
Off-White denim, Dior my shirt and my sneakers
She like how I put this shit on
I'm a big boss, I got my own fragrance
I don't even much put on cologne
These niggas turned they back on me, damn, that's crazy
They ain't even much wearin' VLONE
Just got in my zone
Countin' up racks, hands full
Play callin', can't pick up the phone
Credits
Writer(s): Tavis Moore, Yaven Mauldin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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