CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Put That Sht On
(Clayco on the beat)
Yeah
Yeah, I wake up and roll me a blunt up, b*t*h, I wake up and go put that sh*t on
I wake up, lil' b*t*h, and I count them racks, I'm too high, baby, I'm too gone
These n***as think they 'bout that sh*t, but these n***as got it too wrong
Yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong
Yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong
Woah, put a bad a** b*t*h in the VETEMENTS, she got that sh*t on
Woah, 2500 for the double B coat, got that sh*t on
Yeah, what I smoke on
Yeah, it's good strong, n***a, what I smoke on
Got ice on my neck like a snow cone
N***a tapped in with the plug, get the birds gone
Top Floor Boss, camе a long way from Lil' Lone
B*t*h, I'm way up top, I could p*ss on your big homie
Bad a** b*t*h, and she camе with some t**s on her
Got a real deal shooter, and he could put stick on 'em
Yeah, my boy to left keep that glick on him
And I always keep playin' sh*t, with this Rick on me
I always do tricks, with the swag, b*t*h, I'm sick on it
All types of b*t*hes, tryna come through and get on me
B*t*h, I'm rockin' this mask, like I'm fresh off a lick
Got a freak b*t*h, yeah, she in love with my d**k
Like a video game, we got suped up sticks
Damn, I'm too geeked up, off the percs, feelin' sick
And I'm too f**ked up when I'm driving this whip, bruh
And I'm swerving this sh*t, f**k
I wake up and roll me a blunt up, b*t*h, I wake up and go put that sh*t on
I wake up, lil' b*t*h, and I count them racks, I'm too high, baby, I'm too gone
These n***as think they 'bout that sh*t, but these n***as got it too wrong
Yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong
Yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong
Yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong
Damn, I done f**ked on his main b*t*h, now that lil' ho head gone
She speak a whole 'nother language, but know how to say "Lonely"
These n***as still on that lame sh*t, and I don't got no time for fake homies
These n***as still on that bullsh*t, I done switched off that, got on some fresh sh*t
These n***as still on that first swag, but I switched it up, got on that next sh*t
These n***as stuck on my old ho, I done swiped a new b*t*h off my checklist
Put Givenchy all over my logo, 'cause I'm too G'd out, please don't touch this
My boys too B'd out, they watch you bleed out
Your b*t*h can't breathe right now, 'cause I'm all up in her mouth
Yeah, she clean my house
Yeah, she clean my house
B*t*h, got a sloppy top
Yeah, b*t*h got a real mop mouth
Yeah, I got baguettes in my cross, b*t*h, and it's upside down
Tell that boy, please don't try this sh*t, 'cause we gon' cross them out
Yeah
Yeah, I wake up and roll me a blunt up, b*t*h, I wake up and go put that sh*t on
I wake up, lil' b*t*h, and I count them racks, I'm too high, baby, I'm too gone
These n***as think they 'bout that sh*t, but these n***as got it too wrong
Yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong
Yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong
Woah, put a bad a** b*t*h in the VETEMENTS, she got that sh*t on
Woah, 2500 for the double B coat, got that sh*t on
Yeah
Yeah, I wake up and roll me a blunt up, b*t*h, I wake up and go put that sh*t on
I wake up, lil' b*t*h, and I count them racks, I'm too high, baby, I'm too gone
These n***as think they 'bout that sh*t, but these n***as got it too wrong
Yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong
Yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong
Woah, put a bad a** b*t*h in the VETEMENTS, she got that sh*t on
Woah, 2500 for the double B coat, got that sh*t on
Yeah, what I smoke on
Yeah, it's good strong, n***a, what I smoke on
Got ice on my neck like a snow cone
N***a tapped in with the plug, get the birds gone
Top Floor Boss, camе a long way from Lil' Lone
B*t*h, I'm way up top, I could p*ss on your big homie
Bad a** b*t*h, and she camе with some t**s on her
Got a real deal shooter, and he could put stick on 'em
Yeah, my boy to left keep that glick on him
And I always keep playin' sh*t, with this Rick on me
I always do tricks, with the swag, b*t*h, I'm sick on it
All types of b*t*hes, tryna come through and get on me
B*t*h, I'm rockin' this mask, like I'm fresh off a lick
Got a freak b*t*h, yeah, she in love with my d**k
Like a video game, we got suped up sticks
Damn, I'm too geeked up, off the percs, feelin' sick
And I'm too f**ked up when I'm driving this whip, bruh
And I'm swerving this sh*t, f**k
I wake up and roll me a blunt up, b*t*h, I wake up and go put that sh*t on
I wake up, lil' b*t*h, and I count them racks, I'm too high, baby, I'm too gone
These n***as think they 'bout that sh*t, but these n***as got it too wrong
Yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong
Yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong
Yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong
Damn, I done f**ked on his main b*t*h, now that lil' ho head gone
She speak a whole 'nother language, but know how to say "Lonely"
These n***as still on that lame sh*t, and I don't got no time for fake homies
These n***as still on that bullsh*t, I done switched off that, got on some fresh sh*t
These n***as still on that first swag, but I switched it up, got on that next sh*t
These n***as stuck on my old ho, I done swiped a new b*t*h off my checklist
Put Givenchy all over my logo, 'cause I'm too G'd out, please don't touch this
My boys too B'd out, they watch you bleed out
Your b*t*h can't breathe right now, 'cause I'm all up in her mouth
Yeah, she clean my house
Yeah, she clean my house
B*t*h, got a sloppy top
Yeah, b*t*h got a real mop mouth
Yeah, I got baguettes in my cross, b*t*h, and it's upside down
Tell that boy, please don't try this sh*t, 'cause we gon' cross them out
Yeah
Yeah, I wake up and roll me a blunt up, b*t*h, I wake up and go put that sh*t on
I wake up, lil' b*t*h, and I count them racks, I'm too high, baby, I'm too gone
These n***as think they 'bout that sh*t, but these n***as got it too wrong
Yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong
Yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong
Woah, put a bad a** b*t*h in the VETEMENTS, she got that sh*t on
Woah, 2500 for the double B coat, got that sh*t on
