JR Writer - Put You On feat. Fred Money lyrics

JR Writer: Okay (Dipset) Writer (uh-huh) JR Writer that is, but you n***as already know that man (Dipset) History In The Making It's a lotta things you n***as don't know about me man Let me put you on though man Verse 1 JR Writer: Well, I was makin' sales at the age of 12 Pack margin, black lark an', case of shells Never Dave Chappelle, half-bakin' Pack-fakin', I was cash-chasin' Let me put you on Before a hook and song, I wrote or would perform I was pushing strong You n***as cooked it wrong And have 'em hooked for long I hit the hood wit' four 'em Before k**a ever said "Let me put you on" Flippin', listen baby I was never dumb Sittin' in the lobby like I'm waitin' for some mail to come Come see me, believe me, I got it Girl I whistle chickenhead, but my V is exotic Plus I'm seen in the projects with the top low, gwap dough That'll leave more holes in your body than a cuatro That's a Maserati papo, stop slow You don't really know me that well, let me put you on Hook JR Writer: I'm known in a couple places but I'm new to the rest This is for them couple places that ain't schooled to this vet' Listen closer, I'm the greatest, get in tune with the best JR Writer (who's that) Your dude in the flesh, let me put you on Verse 2 JR Writer: How I used to go to school to cla** stuntin' Necks bubblin', like come and get a pack buzzen Ask cousin, brick up in the cla** oven Had every other student up in kitchen cla** buggin' Box cutter, he thinkin' I ain't stash nuthin' While you was cuttin' cla** n***a, I was cla**-cuttin' In the schoolyard, like let me catch a cat frontin' I'ma slap some'n, let me put you on I hit so much teachers with the lean The principal had to call a meeting with the dean But that's just cuz they want a piece of what I seen Similar to gymnastics, how I keep it on the beam Huh, had everybody in they cla**es getting' high Since elementary its been a fact that I am fly I tell the customers, put the cash up in the sky Then treat 'em like a bad comedian Slap 'em wit' a pie Ha, all day in the lobby with piff Still sit in the rail like I gotta be rich So me and Dana Man got up on some robbery sh** And dragged, frontin' n***as outta they whips Let me put you on Hook Fred Money: I'm known in a couple places but I'm new to the rest This is for them couple places that ain't schooled to me yet You need practice, plus your average Get in tune with this threat Fred Money (who's that) Excuse me, I'm next, let me put you on Verse 3 Fred Money: I'm up next, yes the name is Fred Money (I'm up) Awaitin' my spot, so watch how I shot dummy (Stupid) Blame Writer cuz the swagger brushed off somethin' The closet a jungle, gators and some Red Monkeys Look how haters love me, b**hes get no paper from me Pull up my sleeve at midnight It'll turn mid-sunny 'Fore Writer was spittin' it was robbin' or sellin' From a ski mask to a Diplomats skully I ain't frontin' I'm tellin' (tellin') The straight facts Decided to quit'school cuz I had to wear slacks Nuthin' to do with clippers when I push them wigs back Which hand did the same sh** Either rap or push packs Thought about it, I ain't hustlin' for scraps Drivin' to the top, that's only bringin' me flats Got a pen, wrote a rhyme, J said it's crack Few mixtapes later he like "Fred, let me put you on" Hook JR Writer: I'm known in a couple places but I'm new to the rest This is for them couple places that ain't schooled to this vet' Listen closer, I'm the greatest, get in tune with the best JR Writer (who's that) Your dude in the flesh, let me put you on