Put Em Out

(album: After Da Boat - 2016)

[Lil Yachty:]
I'm that nigga bitch, got your main hoe rolling my swishers
Bitches love Yachty, stacking paper up so I can buy my stack
Anthrax got my trunt beating in my jeans, scratch
I'm too fly, rolling up this purp got me too high
Double dipping any bitch I want, them walk it out like I'm D.j Unk
Pull the 9 out and let 'em have it, pillow talking niggas swear they faggots
Talking 'bout you moving, blowing, counting guap, boy, your ass cheaper than coin star
Talking 'bout you got the xans with the lean need to wake up from the dream
How many times I done told you before that I'm up next?
RD getting way too hot, RD getting too reckless
I can tell that he fu from the looks of his necklace
Niggas mad cause I'm stacking guap
Fuck her friend straight for days
Fuck your hand out I got my ways, seeing goofy niggas like an xray
Hanging out the window with the AK, this the new trap for the fly niggas
They like any of my ride or die nigga, I don't fuck with you that's on God nigga
And if you talking down he can catch hollowtips straight to the side nigga
Got the block hot, trail blazer, lemme show you 'round the whole trap baby
Pots and pans near the scale baby, rolling up a whole 12 baby
I can't fuck with 12 baby, I really been stacking up lately
Got a white bitch, look like Joseph lately, got the brown whip like a bowl of gravy
I'm a hot boy, these hoes crazy, I could never ever trust 'em

[K$preme:]
(I cannot trust 'em)
Stick'em six feet below the ground, nigga better not make a sound
[?], but I still knew the pound
Balling soo hard I'm on NBA Bound
[?] now his body can't be found, your shoes dripping you might fucking drown
Serving pints all around the town, bitch I'm dripping and dabbing, and right then I'm in the wax
Smoking thrax, selling thrax, pull it out my hat like a magician
I could write you a prescription, lemme stop giving these niggas descriptions
I make music for the young and dumb, lean in my cup got my body numb
And my blunts fatter than a swollen thumb, damn, I do not drink rum, this purple
Got me geeking like Steve Urkle, got your bitch out past her curfew
100 pack shawty, now I'm a walking lift, and [?] whip the brick
[?] got the whip
Do not try to run cause I got a stick, dogging niggas just like like Michel Vick
Whipping soo hard, done sprained my wrist, finessing soo hard I can't call it quits