Put That Shit On Lyrics

Mr. Put That Shit On

It shouldn't matter if I'm right, it shouldn't matter if I'm wrong

What if heaven had a phone

Then I would never feel alone

Because I could call you up to vent

Crush a bit, I love a bit

Vibe a little, Fuck a lot

Am I the one you one or not

Watch you get naked at my spot

Then turn around and treat me like a stranger

I heard A&R stand for armed and dangerous

So they need to put my niggas on a label

Syrup in my cup, but it ain't maple

Shorty want to fuck I say no thank you

Mr. Make a Banger, can we make one?

Only built for cuban links like Raekwon

Lay up with up all my jewelry, I don't take it off

I don't shop at the mall

Louis bags bought them all

He mad he can get a feature, tax him 10k

Never sent the verse back, mad when he heard that

Now he wants to diss me on a track (okay, okay, okay)

He don't want no smoke today

Give that boy a proper fade

We know where the opps stay

Told them bitches not to say

Say just what we doing

You can't learn this in no movie

We grew up off Shottas

You was watching Ratatouille

So if he snitch aint no problem

Cus we knew that he would do it

My lil shorties whylin, they came up off my influence

Went to a Benz from a hooptie

Don't tell your friends that you knew me

Went from wearing Levi's to Ksubis

I put you on don't act stupid

Went from rocking 21 to Gucci

Went from rocking Skims to Louis

I aint know your best friend was Kamryn Ruby

I could put you on more than music

I could put you on the cover like Suki

I could put you on some shows or some movies

Seen you at that concert and knew it

I should've took my shot, but I blew it

Maybe we still have a story in our future

When you ready, hit me up we could do it

Mr. Put That Shit On

It shouldn't matter if I'm right, it shouldn't matter if I'm wrong

What if heaven had a phone

Then I would never feel alone

Cus I could call you up to vent

Crush a bit, I love a bit

Vibe a little, Fuck a lot

Am I the one you one or not

Watch you get naked at my spot

Then turn around and treat me like a stranger

I heard A and R stand for armed and dangerous

So they need to put my niggas on a label

Syrup in my cup, but it ain't maple

Shorty want to fuck I say no Thank You

Mr. Make a Banger, can we make one?

Only built for cuban links like Raekwon

Lay up with up all my jewelry I don't take it off

I don't shop at the mall

Louis bags bought them all

He mad he can get a feature, tax him ten k

Never sent the verse back, mad when he heard that

Now he wants to diss me on a track (okay, okay, okay)

He don't want no smoke today

Give that boy a proper fade

We know where the opps stay

Told them bitches not to say

Say just what we doing

You can't learn this in no movie

We grew up off Shottas

You was watching Ratatouille