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lil yachty & k$upreme – put em out lyrics

[verse 1: lil yachty]
i’m that n-gg- b-tch, got your main hoe rollin’ my swishers
b-tches 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-tch i want, them walk it out like i’m d.j unk
pull the 9 out and let ’em have it, pillow talkin’ n-gg-s swear they f-ggots
talkin’ ’bout you movin’, blowin’, countin’ guap, boy, your -ss 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-gg-s mad cause i’m stackin’ guap
f-ck her friend straight for days
f-ck your hand out i got my ways, seein’ goofy n-gg-s like an xray
hangin’ out the window with the ak, this the new trap for the fly n-gg-s
they like any of my ride or die n-gg-, i don’t f-ck with you that’s on god n-gg-
and if you talkin’ down he can catch hollowtips straight to the side n-gg-
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-ck with 12 baby, i really been stackin’ up lately
got a white b-tch, 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-gg- 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-ckin’ drown
servin’ pints all around the town, b-tch 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-gg-s 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, d-mn, i do not drink rum, this purple
got me geekin’ like steve urkle, got your b-tch 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, d-gg-n’ n-gg-s just like like michel vick
whippin’ soo hard, done sprained my wrist, finessin’ soo hard i can’t call it quits

- lil yachty kupreme lyrics

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