Put That S%!t On

Told her to put that shit on

Told her to put that shit on

(Ayy, Manzo, we got a hit, boy)

Young Gunna, Young Gunna the one

(Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat)

Dark-ass shades, haters can't see my face

Secure my vibe, hater get out my space

Foreign my car, hold on, foreign my bitch, okay

Big-ol' guns, hitters on deck, don't play

Just checking my funds, now my words you gummy you gum

Heart frozen, you can tell I'm a product of the motherfucking slums

Strap in my palms, gorilla in the streets, yeah, [?]

Comme des Garçons with the Rick Owens

On me, show 'em how to put this shit on

I'ma show 'em how put this shit on

Fashion show at Louis Vuitton

I put Dior on my Jordan 1's

I put the Rolls Royce droptop down

Got a nice breeze and I feel the sun

Biscotti weed coming out my lungs

Get a lot of G's, I can spend 'em for fun

You can never see now I'm one over one

Young Gunna, Young Gunna the one

He talking real tough like he never been stung

I hope that lil' boy know I come with a gun

Slimy and shady, don't back down for none

I count up it daily, unlimited funds

The money is savage the money gon' come

I still got a habit, they thought I was done

Dark-ass shades, haters can't see my face

Secure my vibe, hater get out my space

Foreign my car, hold on, foreign my bitch, okay

Big-ol' guns, hitters on deck, don't play

Just checking my funds, now my words you gummy you gum

Heart frozen, you can tell I'm a product of the motherfucking slums

Strap in my palms, gorilla in the streets, yeah, manage your own

Comme des Garçons with the Rick Owens

On me, show 'em how to put this shit on