Letra Put on Rowdy Rebel

Put on

Phew (Damn, MAX, this one's too hard, haha)
Phew, phew, phew, grr, huh
Phew, glah (Huh), bah, huh
Ayy, look (Ayy)

Put on for my block every time my lil' niggas need me (Need me)
Diamonds dancing on my wrist, that shit looking like C. Breezy (That shit looking like C. Breezy)
I can get him killed without lifting a finger, that shit easy (That shit easy)
We don't shut our eyes (Glah), we walk niggas down (Baow, baow) and do niggas greasy (Ayy)

Real street nigga, if I don't make it in rap, I know how to hustle (Hustle)
I used to flip packs (Ayy), I used to move the work up in the duffle (Duffel)
Now I'm livin' out my dreams (For real) and my pinky ring looking like a puddle (A puddle, uh, ayy)
Rich nigga make the bitch eat the dick (Ayy, ayy) and tell her I don't wanna cuddle, ayy (Wha)
I been locked down so many years, sometimes I don't got no patience (Woo)
I been trappin' so damn hard, sometimes I need vacations (Ayy)
My lil bro wanna slide sometimes (Skrrt), but that nigga on probation (Skrrt-skrrt)
I got shooters on standby (Gang), I can put them in rotation (Grrt)
Nigga, I could roll with killers, I seen friends slime they friends out (Ayy)
Thought he was your mans, you got them bands, he ain't your mans now (he ain't your mans now)
Find out where he hide them racks, then later he got fanned down (That boy got fanned out)
Drop a hundred on him, that's the only way he'll stand down (Ayy, come here)

Put on for my block every time (Ayy) my lil' niggas need me (Need me)
Diamonds dancing on my wrist, that shit looking like C. Breezy (That shit looking like C. Breezy)
I can get him killed without lifting a finger, that shit easy (That shit easy)
We don't shut our eyes (Glah), we walk niggas down (Baow, baow, phew, phew) and do niggas greasy (Ayy)

Pop out in your hood and spin that whole bitch 'til your block empty (Fah, fah)
I'm with all the shooters and all the robbers, he got cops with him (Bitch)
Hundred in that chop', we shoot the Glock until the shots empty (Yeah)
I put forgios on my new Cullinan and my drop Bentley (Forgi')
Shine with all the guys, if he ain't gang, them niggas dead to me (Yeah)
I could spend two racks and have lil' cuz 'nem come bring his head to me (For real)
I pour out my Sprite without the can and throw the red in it (Had to)
Fell asleep from countin', you know the trap house got a bed in it (Woo)
Sold a half a brick, that shit was short, I took a onion off
I can't keep a plug, I don't front no work 'cause I'm running off
I be iffy 'bout who I be servin', niggas love to talk
Bro just hit the licks with all blue beams and a ton of salt

Put on for my block every time (Ayy) my lil' niggas need me (Need me)
Diamonds dancing on my wrist, that shit looking like C. Breezy (That shit looking like C. Breezy)
I can get him killed without lifting a finger, that shit easy (That shit easy)
We don't shut our eyes (Glah), we walk niggas down (Baow, baow) and do niggas greasy (Ayy)