Put That Shit On Lyrics By Yung Booke

• Artist Yung Booke
• Featured Bighead, Gunna
• Title Put That Shit On
• Album Put That Shit On – Single

She know how to put the shit on
She know how to put the shit on
Young Gunna, Young Gunna the one
Dark ass shades
Hater can't see in my face
Secure my vibe
Hater, get out my space
Foreign my car
Hold on, foreign my bitch, okay
Big ole guns
Hitters on deck, don't play
Exchange my funds
Not my words, you bumping your gums
Heart froze numb
You can tell I'ma product of the motherfucking slums
Strap in my palms
Guerrilla in the street, yeah, I'm Mighty Joe Young
Comme des garçons
With the Rick Owens, I'ma show 'em how to put that shit on
I'ma show you how to put that shit on
Fashion show at Louis Vuitton, I put Dior on my Jordan 1's
I pull up Rolls-Royce, drop top down
Got a nice breeze, I can feel the sun
Biscotti weed coming out my lungs
Got a lot of G's, I can spend it for fun
She ain't never seen a one of a one
Young Gunna, Young Gunna the one
He talking real tough like he never been stung
I hope that lil' boy know I came with a gun
Slimey and Shady don't back down to nothin'
My count up is daily, unlimited funds
Yung Booke, Money Savage, the money gon' come
I still got a habit, they thought I was done
Dark ass shades
Hater can't see in my face
Secure my vibe
Hater, get out my space
Foreign my car
Hold on, foreign my bitch, okay
Big ole guns
Hitters on deck, don't play
Exchange my funds
Not my words, you bumping your gums
Heart froze numb
You can tell I'ma product of the motherfucking slums
Strap in my palms
Guerrilla in the street, yeah, I'm Mighty Joe Young
Comme des garçons
With the Rick Owens, I'ma show 'em how to put that shit on
Dark ass shades
I'ma show 'em how to put that shit on
Big rack, hey
I'ma show 'em how to put that shit on
Six, drip right off the shelf, not worn
Amiri my britches, I Dior my kicks, I'ma show 'em how to put that shit on
Flying big G5, airborne
My bitch can't wear Liz Claiborne
Did a six hunnid bands to perform
My lil' Cali freak, like fucking in the dorm
Went to Icebox, put the gang on the charm
With Gunna and I got a gun
Putting that shit on, I do that for fun
Been doing that since I was young
Bussed down the Roley, I'm shining on time
Wiped that boy nose, he ain't know I was slime
If you ain't a dripper, can't fuck with your kind
My diamonds they blind, that's why I gotta rock
Dark ass shades
Hater can't see in my face
Secure my vibe
Hater, get out my space
Foreign my car
Hold on, foreign my bitch, okay
Big ole guns
Hitters on deck, don't play
Exchange my funds
Not my words, you bumping your gums
Heart froze numb
You can tell I'ma product of the motherfucking slums
Strap in my palms
Guerrilla in the street, yeah, I'm Mighty Joe Young
Comme des garçons
With the Rick Owens, I'ma show 'em how to put that shit on
Dark ass shades
I'ma show 'em how to put that shit on
Big rack, hey
I'ma show 'em how to put that shit on