Puttin Dat sh*t On lyrics

[Intro]
Panic
All that designer sh*t, they like
They say I'm

[Chorus]
Puttin' dat sh*t on (Yeah)
Puttin' dat sh*t on (Yeah)
Puttin' dat sh*t on (Go)
Puttin' dat sh*t on (Yeah)
Puttin' dat sh*t on (Yeah)
Puttin' dat sh*t on (Yeah)
Puttin' dat sh*t on (Yeah)

[Verse]
Puttin' dat sh*t on, what the f*ck you got on?
I say, "Baby, hit my phone"
You broke, what is you on?
Free Ian, but his head got a Vlone (Tat)
Told my shooters come home
Pop me a pill like Post Malone
n*gga house hot, he can't even post home
n*gga's broke as f*ck, he can't even post bail
You hang around hoes, you hoes stale
Shoot up his crib, hope it goes well
I look on the ground and I see shells
Look at my eyes, know you see hell
Got a bad b*tch and she say that I'm hell
Free my brother, he raise hell
How the f*ck you servin' with a clean scale?
pus*y thought I wasn't gon' tell
30 round on me, a lotta shells
n*ggas talkin' on computer, yeah, a Dell
n*gga know that choppa sing like Adele
n*ggas tryna hate, epic fail
We ride, 12 get behind they tail
I'm smokin' dope, I'm high as hell
This n*gga trippin', man, pass the L
If I pull this Glock out, then you take a L
I'm so high, I'm so shell
Like the school, yeah, my name ringin' bells
This a freestyle, man, I know you could tell
And my diamonds wet like a wishing well
And you broke as f*ck, had to jump in a wishing well
Last b*tch told me, "Wish me well"
Push big weight, and I know I'm for real
I'm in these streets like Hell Rell