Mr. Put That Shit On

You bums ain't fresh like me boy
You niggas need a stylist
Gucci, vlone, I put that shit on yeah
Chrome hearts, Bottega, I put it on yeah
Tennis chains, VVS, this neck froze yeah
I be styling on niggas, I put it on yeah
Off White, 350s, I put it on yeah
Louis Vs, Ambodi, I put it on yeah
Richard Mill, Bon Bon, Rick Owens, yeah
I be styling on niggas, I put it on yeah

Salvatore Ferragamo
The restoration hardware inside the George Condo
It cost a G for this plaided Burberry poncho
Amiri, Yves Saint Laurent coat, side note
Must be on heroin thinking they don't fear the God flow
Virgil Abloh wasn't rocking no Aeropostale
Nigo, Kenzo model
Phoebe I don't follow
I wear Ricardo got Tisci inside my cargo
Fendi button down
They thought I was Pablo in Narcos

I call my girl like I bought some Dior Homme
And she thought I really bought her some Dior home
Juicy Couture, we got Gucci velour on
Something vintage from Maurizio Gucci divorced holmes

Cartier earth tone
Same color her birthstone
Burgdolf furs and they as long as church song
Plus she dragging a Louis duffle big ole goofy buckle
She chuckle when people say that we just the cutest couple

And I can tell by your purse game if your nigga truly loved you
So many bags only if you knew the struggle
Still got the ones that she had when she used to fuck you
And she said
'Yeah nigga when I used to fuck you'

She want that Birkin thats gone cost a few thousand at least
I took homegirl on a shopping spree
She end up styling me
New Bally sneaks
You couldn't walk a mile in these
Rocking arenas before I knew what Balenciaga mean
Bitch I was clean when

I put that shit on yeah
Chrome hearts, Bottega, I put it on yeah
Tennis chains, VVS, this neck froze yeah
I be styling on niggas, I put it on yeah
Off White, 350s, I put it on yeah
Louis Vs, Ambodi, I put it on yeah
Richard Mill, Bon Bon, Rick Owens, yeah
I be styling on niggas, I put it on yeah

I put on, I put on, I put on, I put on

Black Berluti tux
She got a Givenchy gown
Can't fuck with these squares
They just a bunch of clowns
I think it's Rhude these Stussy's rather I stay underground
So tell Giorgio that we need Armani now
Only wear Thom Browne when I'm in a country town
Neimans we shut it down
You seen what happened to Barneys
Prada my women
They know they gotta GoYard me
Went and got her BBL
Now she all in BVLGARI

I bathe and ate before I fell in the party
Loewe Marni
Brand new Arnauld Bernard piece
The Eremedogeldo Zanga
Shawty you got Alexander
But he never Vera Wang you

So the next time the met ball is where the mets ball or the nets are
I'll address y'all in a dress off
From the best cloth low cholesterol
She even look good with her dress off
Yes God I'm rocking Tom Ford with the dress socks

Private jets with Mr. West call from the mess hall
I'm having ted talks with my legs crossed
I don't wear Crocs
Red bottoms for my best broad
The only time you catch me in some Nikes if they deadstock

Otherwise I don't
Put that shit on yeah
Chrome hearts, Bottega, I put it on yeah
Tennis chains, VVS, this neck froze yeah
I be styling on niggas, I put it on yeah
Off White, 350s, I put it on yeah
Louis Vs, Ambodi, I put it on yeah
Richard Mill, Bon Bon, Rick Owens, yeah
I be styling on niggas, I put it on yeah
I put on

We say drippin and drip
But we don't say that shit no more in Atlanta
We say shawty got that shit on, I put on
Putting that shit on
Yea shawty go Gucci to the floor
I put on, yea shawty go Louis
Man shawty go yeah
Man yeah he putting that shit on
I put on

Yeah, the Maison Margiela of the Monclera, all checkered
Tega vonetta just to offset her
God blesser
Far fetchers extra small sweater
I'm a Comme Des Garcons wearer
Gotta keep my heart tethered
My pallbearers all steppers ex cartellers
Leave niggas laid across stretchers for a small gesture
Who squad fresher
Old head say I'm a sharp dresser
I'm so for real I can't even sing in falsetto

The Dolce and Gabbana Marcelo Burloner
Just left Sierra Leone for my future baby momma
Somebody go tell Uncle Ben that I Aunt Jemima
I'm a Yves Saint Laurenter
Balmain persona
And Lanvin made the jeans
Shawty these ain't McQueen
You was in the streets where?
Boy this ain't Supreme
Cause the way they paint the scene shawty this ain't mesquin
Haters hate to see me clean in this suede Celine

Haters hate to see me clean in this suede Celine
Haters hate to see me clean in this suede Celine
Haters hate to see me clean, I put on