Put U On Yo Ass Lyrics

Yeah,

yeah,

Aye

How you tryna get a bag?

But you on your ass

How you talkin' bout that cash?

You ain't got no cash

What they'll do for the cash?

Put you on your ass

Put you on your head

Put you in a casket

I'm the type of nigga take a L, throw the tags out

Fill the house with Ps, like we been needin' to throw the trash out

You the type to hit your point once, then cash out

Everywhere I go, I bag in, I can't bag out

Every day I bring that bag in so I can brag now

Used to tote a BB, hollow tips in my mag now

Remember when I used to sneak hoes in my dad house

Now I'm fuckin' all the freak hoes in my stash house

How the fuck you shake my hand once and we locked in

No, you not gang, not kin, and we not twins

No, we not friends, matter of fact, I don't got friends

I just got this money and my brothers, we so locked in

I'ma fuck the road up, I'ma fuck the road up

Heard you took a L with it, how you fuck the load up

Told em ain't no new niggas, tell em that it's sewed up

Only want the tops in, tell him put the lows up

Tell him I ain't playin' with him, tell him they can't troll us

Pissin' off the old heads, cause they can't control us

I got ten bands for a nigga, that say they hoe'd us

I'll give you ten if you could ever say I froze up

I can make this pendant a down payment for that Rolls truck

She can't get a bag if she ain't never pick no phones up

Everything you moving, tell you I plug, we got bows comin

Hoes in the way, I'm really finna change my phone number

Loose lips, sink ships, I don't say shit

What is that? I don't ask, I just take shit

New smoke, Aint goin' around, we just face shit

New smoke, hundred rounds, make your face shift

Everything that I know, man, I paid for this

Everything that I got, man, I prayed for this

Heat came, niggas runnin', he ain't made for this

Heat came, I ain't sweatin' cause I'm made for this