Put Some sh*t On lyrics

[Intro: Ralfy the Plug]
Haha, good one, Richard
Gang and them, no lames with them
Huh, we know the truth

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
You ain't put that sh*t on, you just put some sh*t on
I'll be outside, neck hurtin' with stick on me
You think you ballin', I'll put a blitz on you
For the cheese, if it's beef, they gon' have to chip homie
You ain't put that sh*t on, you just put some sh*t on
I'll be outside, neck hurtin' with stick on me
You think you ballin', I'll put a blitz on you
For the cheese, if it's beef, they gon' have to chip homie

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
You ain't got no gun, you gotta ask your big homie
n*gga thought he was actin' up 'til I threw a switch on him
You ain't gon' miss me in the club 'cause my neck and wrist glowin'
He thought he was off the Wock' but I put a mix on him
Mixed the purple with the yellow, how I like it in my soda
Pullеd up on the trippin' like I'm a viking in Minnesota
Hе was trippin' and he caught a head shot, it was over
He wanna wrestle, he get smacked down thinkin' he Hulk Hogan
Yeah, we both got a Rollie but that's an old one
n*gga was actin' spooky so I hit him with a ghost gun
Put a special type of beam on the cannon, so don't run
Only thing I want you to do when you suck it, go dumb
She like, "Why you pullin' out the hot link for those buns?"
I be shinin' bright with my kit like the sun
Gave her perky meat, had the b*tch speakin' in tongues
Hittin' it from the back, damn near reachin' her lungs
The Plug
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
You ain't put that sh*t on, you just put some sh*t on
I'll be outside, neck hurtin' with stick on me
You think you ballin', I'll put a blitz on you
For the cheese, if it's beef, they gon' have to chip homie
You ain't put that sh*t on, you just put some sh*t on
I'll be outside, neck hurtin' with stick on me
You think you ballin', I'll put a blitz on you
For the cheese, if it's beef, they gon' have to chip homie

[Verse 2: ItsManMan]
This is not no arcade, don't try to play because we on that
Clip is on me, don't ask me for a fade, I'll put your fro back
Got some cheese and a gun in the trap but it ain't no racks
Shots send him back to '07, this a throwback
You ain't put that sh*t on, n*ggas rockin' K-Swiss
Cuz was out there movin' weight on Mac Ave with eight Crips
Your b*tch got an octopus*y, she just took like eight di*ks
Thirty shots twice, that's sixty, long live the great Nip
Banana clips on AKs, we hoppin' out the truck to peel him
n*ggas on the next floor, we sendin' hollows through the ceilin'
Dog, I know that tennis fake, we only booked him for his pendant
Out in Pittsburgh, you better hold your b*tch 'cause I'll steal her
Like I play for Oklahoma, I got a thunder on my waist
Buddy boo was talkin' sh*t, I put a plunger to his face
Usain Bolt up in the clip, I'm ready, set, who wanna race?
Chopped him up, he in the freezer, Ice Cube like I'm Drake
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
You ain't put that sh*t on, you just put some sh*t on
I'll be outside, neck hurtin' with stick on me
You think you ballin', I'll put a blitz on you
For the cheese, if it's beef, they gon' have to chip homie
You ain't put that sh*t on, you just put some sh*t on
I'll be outside, neck hurtin' with stick on me
You think you ballin', I'll put a blitz on you
For the cheese, if it's beef, they gon' have to chip homie