Vo - Put Em Out lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty] I'm that n***a b**h, got your main hoe rollin' my swishers b**hes love Yachty, stackin' paper up so I can buy my stack Anthrax got my trunt beatin' in my jeans, scratch I'm too fly, rollin' up this purp got me too high Double dippin' any b**h I want, them walk it out like I'm D.j Unk Pull the 9 out and let 'em have it, pillow talkin' n***as swear they f*ggots Talkin' 'bout you movin', blowin', countin' guap, boy, your a** cheaper than coin star Talkin' 'bout you got the xans with the lean need to wake up from the dream How many times I done told you before that I'm up next? RD gettin' way too hot, RD gettin' too reckless I can tell that he fu from the looks of his necklace n***as mad cause I'm stackin' guap f** her friend straight for days f** your hand out I got my ways, seein' goofy n***as like an xray Hangin' out the window with the AK, this the new trap for the fly n***as They like any of my ride or die n***a, I don't f** with you that's on god n***a And if you talkin' down he can catch hollowtips straight to the side n***a Got the block hot, trail blazer, lemme show you 'round the whole trap baby Pots and pans near the scale baby, rollin' up a whole 12 baby I can't f** with 12 baby, I really been stackin' up lately Got a white b**h, look like Joseph lately , got the brown whip like a bowl of gravy I'm a hot boy, these hoes crazy, I could never ever trust 'em [Verse 2: K$preme] (I cannot trust 'em) Stickin' sticks, fifa load the gram, n***a better not make a sound (?), but I still knew the pound Ballin' soo hard I'm on NBA Bound (?) now his body can't be found, your shoes drippin' you might f**in' drown Servin' pints all around the town, b**h I'm drippin' and dabbin', and right then I'm in the wax Smokin' thrax, sellin' thrax, pull it out my hat like a magician I could write you a prescription, lemme stop givin' these n***as descriptions I make music for the young and dumb, lean in my cup got my body numb And my blunts fatter than a swollen thumb, damn, I do not drink rum, this purple Got me geekin' like Steve Urkle, got your b**h out past her curfew 100 pack shawty, now I'm a walkin' lift, and (?) whip the brick (?) got the whip Do not try to run cause I got a stick, doggin' n***as just like like Michel Vick Whippin' soo hard, done sprained my wrist, finessin' soo hard I can't call it quits