PUT IT ON lyrics

[Chorus: Yeat]
Curesful
"Where'd you put my racks? Put 'em on the table"
b*tch said she need some change, yeah, call the label (move)
I said, "Where'd you put on? Put it on the table" (move, move, move, move)
I said, "Where'd you put on? Put it on the table" (move, move, move, move)
Red bottom shoes but these not Christian Loub'
Yeah, that b*tch my favorite if that b*tch don't need no lube (yeah)
Gëek up, take a Percocet and X, that's what I do (ack)
Yeah, every morning I fell in, selling that [?], Terry Crews
I just crashed the f*cking car, that luh Tesla (yeah, yeah)
I forgot the Trackhawk ain't have no auto-driving
And I'm extra mad 'cause at the same time she calling me
I blocked this b*tch like five times, new phone keep calling me

[Verse: Sayrocket]
I just pulled up in that six-speed
That all white whip that Whitney
n*ggas they be mad cuz all most of they b*tches with me
I just jugged a goof for twenty bands, askin why you trick me?
I walk with stick, stick, stick, stick, b*tch, it could get sticky
Got these big balenci on my feet I got em from a licky
With the APC Ksubi on me, I mix and match with Ricky
These n*ggas old [?] most the time, I could smoke him like a Stiiizy
[?] then we get busy
Ah, the Dior shoes with the chrome hearts sweater ho
Rock that new Margielaa, ho
Rock that new Formello ho, rock that new Chanel, ho
That b*tch could get smoked no oxidizing
Then get left traumatized
Boy just don't walk around me flexin cause you better hope I'm not your size
"Where'd you put my racks? Put 'em on the table"
She said she needs a jet, "Yeat, call the label" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She needs a jet, "Yeat, call the label"
Yeah, "Yeat, call the label"
[Chorus: Yeat]
Curesful
"Where'd you put my racks? Put 'em on the table"
b*tch said she need some change, yeah, call the label (move)
I said, "Where'd you put on? Put it on the table" (move, move, move, move)
I said, "Where'd you put on? Put it on the table" (move, move, move, move)
Red bottom shoes but these not Christian Loub'
Yeah, that b*tch my favorite if that b*tch don't need no loot (yeah)
Gëek up, take a Percocet and X, that's what I do (ack)
Yeah, every morning I fell in, selling that [?], Terry Crews
I just crashed the f*cking car, that luh Tesla (yeah, yeah)
I forgot the Trackhawk ain't have no auto-driving
And I'm extra mad 'cause at the same time she calling me
I blocked this b*tch like five times, new phone keep calling me