Put That D Up We Not Humpin Lyrics. Put that d^^k up, we not humping Sky Zone, bi^^h, my block jumping Jump out the black truck, we start dumping In the field with a hundred bands, no trumpet Main ni^^a just cut me off, f^^k it.
Put That D Up We Not Humpin Lyrics
Diablo, Diablo, Diablo
Put that d^^k up, we not humping
Sky Zone, bi^^h, my block jumping
Jump out the black truck, we start dumping
In the field with a hundred bands, no trumpet
Main ni^^a just cut me off, f^^k it
ni^^a, stop talking, just come s^^k it
When it’s smoke, bet the opps gon’ duck it
We kick smoke up, they kick buckets
Put a bag on your head ’cause it’s in my budget
All I gotta do is push a button
I’m on they heads like a goddamn mullet
Spent ten bands at the sneaker summit
I got the hood on my back like it’s raining
He a head monster, I’m not complaining
He don’t like my ways but I’m not changing
I don’t text him back ’cause that sh^t draining
Get in the blend like fruits and veggies
Do what I want ’cause my ni^^as let me
I keep lead in case a bi^^h want to test me
Smoke on the net but in person I’m her bestie
Put that d^^k up, we not humping
Sky Zone, bi^^h, my block jumping
Jump out the black truck, we start dumping
In the field with a hundred bands, no trumpet
Main ni^^a just cut me off, f^^k it
ni^^a, stop talking, just come s^^k it
When it’s smoke, bet the opps gon’ duck it
We kick smoke up, they kick buckets
Damn, what happened?
Oh, I think she thought I was capping
Aww, now she a Instagram caption
Shot her in the face ten times, that’s passion
I don’t text my ex, I’m past it
Hoes can’t see me even in glasses
Okay, I put bi^^hes in caskets and I turn bi^^hes to ashes
Ooh, I like ni^^as and bi^^hes
I like guns that come with switches
I like ni^^as that sag they bri^^hes
Got twin Glocks, I ain’t talking ’bout twitches
My ni^^as carry broomsticks like witches
Can’t f^^k raw, I’m not so misses
Get her plucked off, if she act chicken
Cut my ex off ’cause he was bi^^hing
Put that d^^k up, we not humping
Sky Zone, bi^^h, my block jumping
Jump out the black truck, we start dumping
In the field with a hundred bands, no trumpet
Main ni^^a just cut me off, f^^k it
ni^^a, stop talking, just come s^^k it
When it’s smoke, bet the opps gon’ duck it
We kick smoke up, they kick buckets
Ooh, give me head in the ‘Cat or the ‘Vette
I take nap in the back of the jet
And I put a cap in the back of his head
New ni^^a don’t work then it’s back to my ex
If my ex don’t work then it’s back to the streets
Spin a block in the Benz then it’s back to the Jeep
Don’t go through my phone while I’m falling asleep
If we f^^k right now then you can’t say a peep
f^^k it, we—, we not humping
Put—, put—, put—, put—, put—, put—
f^^k, f^^k it, we, we not humping
f^^k it, we—, we not humping
Put—, put—, put—, put—, put—, put—
f^^k it, we—, we not humping
Put—, put—, put—, put—, put—, put—
My block jumping
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