Sayrocket, Yeat - PUT IT ON lyrics

Curesful "Where'd you put my racks? Put
'em on the table"
Bitch 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 bitch my favorite if that
Bitch 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 fucking 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 bitch like five times
New phone keep calling me

I just pulled up in that six-speed
That all white whip that Whitney
Niggas they be mad cuz all most
Of they bitches with me
I just jugged a goof for twenty bands
Askin why you trick me?
I walk with stick, stick
Stick, stick, bitch, 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 niggas 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 bitch 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"

Curesful "Where'd you put my racks? Put
'em on the table"
Bitch 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 bitch my favorite if that
Bitch 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 fucking 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 bitch like five times
New phone keep calling me