Mr. Put It On

Yeah

(I need 100 Keyz) yeah, call me

Call me "Mr. Put It On" the way I rock these clothes

Fuck a lot of hoes and I bring poles in all my shows

Yeezy shoes, them bitches look like Crocs on sport mode, huh

I done did some shit that I can't say, but lord knows

I rock Dior B22, boy, you can't afford those

I got gas bowls for 22, a band get yourself some lows, uh

Exotic weed, you hit the blunt, it might burn up your nose, yeah

I don't got no camera flash, but I be crashin' with them poles, huh

Catch an opp, put him on the camera and make him strike a pose

I ain't savin' shit for later, no container, but I'm sellin' bowls

Ayy, lil' baby, I'm a player, we fuck hoes, but we don't cuff those

Rеal trap nigga, we servin' jays, bitch, I got customs (yeah)

My bro got fishscales, fishscalеs

Yeah, my bro he servin' fishscales

His drank ain't real

Thought you sip drank, how you can't tell?

I put the trap on wheels and I roll, bitch, I got clientele

Whatever drugs can get you high the drugs that I been tryna sell

I was lit like bein', sippin' drank, bitch, I was poppin' seals

Started poppin' pills like the same day my partner got killed

All my bros in jail, they could pick me up, but I won't tell

I'm Mr. Put It On, Dior kicks on my toenails

Call me "Mr. Put It On" the way I rock these clothes

Fuck a lot of hoes and I bring poles in all my shows

Yeezy shoes, them bitches look like Crocs on sport mode, huh

I done did some shit that I can't say, but lord knows (yeah)

Call me, call me "Mr. Put It On" the way I rock these clothes

Fuck a lot of hoes and I bring poles in all my shows

Yeezy shoes, them bitches look like Crocs on sport mode, huh

I done did some shit that I can't say, but lord knows