Put It Down lyrics
by Yung Bleu
[Intro]
(4reign, b*tch, you cooked this hoe dumb)
(Ayo, Bleu, run it back, gang)
SAUCEboy on the track, hol' up
(YBA sh*t, huh?)
Yeah, f*ck school, I’m in the booth wit' it
Ayy, turn me up, don't turn me down, huh (grrah)
Yeah—nah, f*ck it, lemme start this b*tch right, yeah
[Chorus]
Put it down, don't pick that sh*t up, huh (nah)
I got demons in my body, tell 'em shut the f*ck up (grrah)
I don't trust no soul, no b*tch, no plug (nope)
If a opp slide through, we gon' light that truck up (skrrt)
Yeah, b*tch, I'm wild, I'm reckless, huh
Strapped up like Tetris, huh
Might just f*ck on Alexis, huh
Then forget her breakfast (stupid hoe)
I been cursed since birth, lil' b*tch, I flex that pressure (what)
YBA done hit the scene, now evеry hoe feel extra (b*tch)
[Verse 1]
(Yeah, yеah)
f*ck them rules, I break that law, then skate like I got wings (whoo)
Told my n*gga I’m a savage, not no lil’ ass teen (nah)
I got packs up in my sock drawer, Glock right by my jeans (grrah)
If the reaper knock my door, I’ll punch that b*tch in dreams (bow)
Don’t tell me sh*t ‘bout no church, I seen that deacon snort
They preach peace, but hate on me ‘cause I got mine from war
She gon' suck, then talk ‘bout love—lil’ b*tch, get out my Porsche (bye)
I been steppin', since the 5th grade, I ran sh*t off that porch (woo!)
They like, "Huncho, you too young"—b*tch, I don’t give no f*cks (nah)
Had to up that .22, now they call me lil’ clutch (brrr)
You ain’t talkin' money, then shut up, don't interrupt (shut up)
Try to set me up, I leave your partner in the dust (boom)
[Chorus]
Put it down, don’t pick that sh*t up, huh (yeah)
I got demons in my body, tell 'em shut the f*ck up (what)
I don’t trust no soul, no b*tch, no plug (nah)
If a opp slide through, we gon' light that truck up (grrah grrah)
Yeah, b*tch, I’m wild, I’m reckless, huh
Strapped up like Tetris, huh
Might just f*ck on Alexis, huh
Then forget her breakfast (lame ass)
I been cursed since birth, lil’ b*tch, I flex that pressure
YBA done hit the scene, now every hoe feel extra (grrah)
[Verse 2]
Told that ho, “Don’t play with me”—she played and lost her chain
Took her Birkin, took her keys, now she blockin' me in vain (ha!)
Got a stick in this big-ass coat, make me walk like Kane (drip)
Every post I drop, they pray that I get caught or stained
f*ck the judge, f*ck the cops, f*ck that PO too (b*tch!)
If he talkin’ wild, bet he leak like juice (splat)
I got brothers in that cage, who ain’t never comin' through
So I rap this sh*t for them and the youngins totin’ tools
I might crash out, blast out, with this mask out (brrr)
You ain’t gang, you just some clown, boy, pipe your ass down (pus*y)
All this ice, I got a frown, neck heavy, no cap now
Told my opps to test it out—now his name some background (boom!)
[Chorus – Final]
Put it down, don’t pick that sh*t up, huh
I got demons in my body, tell 'em shut the f*ck up
I don’t trust no soul, no b*tch, no plug
If a opp slide through, we gon’ light that truck up
Yeah, b*tch, I’m wild, I’m reckless, huh
Strapped up like Tetris, huh
Might just f*ck on Alexis, huh
Then forget her breakfast
I been cursed since birth, lil’ b*tch, I flex that pressure
YBA done hit the scene, now every hoe feel extra (rah!)
[Outro]
(Ayo, Bleu)
Terrelle, turn me the f*ck up, bruh
Huncho steppin', huh
Yeah, huh, November 18th—made the game mine, b*tch
Put it down or get laid out
YBA, yeah!