Put It (Feat. Raf Sandou, MASON HOME)

Put It (Feat. Raf Sandou MASON HOME) - Vapo (허원혁)/Raf Sandou/MASON HOME

Lyrics by：Vapo (허원혁)/MASON HOME/Raf Sandou

Composed by：Matt

Arranged by：Matt/Vapo (허원혁)/MASON HOME/Raf Sandou

You know I'm

Just tired of these mother******* now

And I tried to

Just say where you going

You know I'm

Just tired of these mother******* now

And I tried

I can not wait till we link up

I can not wait till we link up

I can not wait till we link up

I can not wait till we link up

I can not wait till we link up

I can not wait till we link up

I can not wait till we link up

I can not wait till we link up

I can not wait till we link up

I can not wait till we link up

Look at my ***** from California

Drop the top we gon pull up

I've been feelin' on a private jet

New birkin on this ***** we move on

Put my Christian on top of Prada

Baby I sauce it too much

I might chop the love for you

Lil ***** I need some more to shoot up

Put it in my bag some more ouu

Baby I stack my racks some more ouu

Put it in my bag some more ouu

Baby I stack my racks some more ouu

Yeah shawty get nasty

You cannot pass me

Ice on my body

Futuro é Bentley

Hunnid I'm stackin

Like curry I'm ballin

Trappin like the 80's

Mom sorry I'm vapin'

Shawty keeps talkin' in body language

Fangs so wet just blew my load so crazy

Take off the top n now she call me sweetie

I'm just 20 n my life it's brazy

Look at my ***** from California

Drop the top we gon pull up

I've been feelin' on a private jet

New Birkin on this ***** we move on

Put my Christian on top of Prada

Baby I sauce it too much

I might chop the love for you

Lil ***** I need some more to shoot up

Put it in my bag some more ouu

Baby I stack my racks some more ouu

Put it in my bag some more ouu

Baby I stack my racks some more ouu

Alexander in a days

All my phones got a chance

All my ***** in my vein

All my ***** gotta trade

I can never waste

Smxxxdrink issa samething

Alligator for my waist

Damn ***** what's your name

Look at my pants my pants

That ***** gon' flex on me for real

A couple of bottles in my stomach

Hit that lotta coochies it's for real

I ain't got no trick I ain't got no breaks

Focus on my drip

You want **** with my pistol

Get my pistol sounds like that

Look at my ***** from California

Drop the top we gon pull up

I've been feelin' on a private jet

New birkin on this ***** we move on

Put my Christian on top of Prada

Baby I sauce it too much

I might chop the love for you

Lil ***** I need some more to shoot up

Put it in my bag some more ouu

Baby I stack my racks some more ouu

Put it in my bag some more ouu

Baby I stack my racks some more ouu