Put Em Out lyrics - Lil Yachty

 [Lil Yachty:]

I'm that nigga bitch, got your main hoe rollin' my swishers

Bitches 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 bitch I want, them walk it out like I'm D.j Unk

Pull the 9 out and let 'em have it, pillow talkin' niggas swear they faggots

Talkin' 'bout you movin', blowin', countin' guap, boy, your ass 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

Niggas mad cause I'm stackin' guap

Fuck her friend straight for days

Fuck your hand out I got my ways, seein' goofy niggas like an xray

Hangin' out the window with the AK, this the new trap for the fly niggas

They like any of my ride or die nigga, I don't fuck with you that's on God nigga

And if you talkin' down he can catch hollowtips straight to the side nigga

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 fuck with 12 baby, I really been stackin' up lately

Got a white bitch, 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

[K$preme:]

(I cannot trust 'em)

Stick'em six feet below the ground, nigga 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 fuckin' drown

Servin' pints all around the town, bitch 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 niggas 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 bitch 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' niggas just like like Michel Vick

Whippin' soo hard, done sprained my wrist, finessin' soo hard I can't call it quits