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letra de put it down - yba huncho

[intro]
(4reign, b-tch, you cooked this hoe dumb)
(ayo, bleu, run it back, gang)
sauceboy on the track, hol’ up
(yba sh-t, huh?)
yeah, f-ck school, i’m in the booth wit’ it
ayy, turn me up, don’t turn me down, huh (grrah)
yeah—nah, f-ck it, lemme start this b-tch right, yeah

[chorus]
put it down, don’t pick that sh-t up, huh (nah)
i got demons in my body, tell ’em shut the f-ck up (grrah)
i don’t trust no soul, no b-tch, no plug (nope)
if a opp slide through, we gon’ light that truck up (skrrt)
yeah, b-tch, i’m wild, i’m reckless, huh
strapped up like tetris, huh
might just f-ck on alexis, huh
then forget her breakfast (stupid hoe)
i been cursed since birth, lil’ b-tch, i flex that pressure (what)
yba done hit the scene, now evеry hoe feel extra (b-tch)

[verse 1]
(yeah, yеah)
f-ck them rules, i break that law, then skate like i got wings (whoo)
told my n-gga i’m a savage, not no lil’ ass teen (nah)
i got packs up in my sock drawer, glock right by my jeans (grrah)
if the reaper knock my door, i’ll punch that b-tch in dreams (bow)
don’t tell me sh-t ‘bout no church, i seen that deacon snort
they preach peace, but hate on me ‘cause i got mine from war
she gon’ suck, then talk ‘bout love—lil’ b-tch, get out my porsche (bye)
i been steppin’, since the 5th grade, i ran sh-t off that porch (woo!)
they like, “huncho, you too young”—b-tch, i don’t give no f-cks (nah)
had to up that .22, now they call me lil’ clutch (brrr)
you ain’t talkin’ money, then shut up, don’t interrupt (shut up)
try to set me up, i leave your partner in the dust (boom)
[chorus]
put it down, don’t pick that sh-t up, huh (yeah)
i got demons in my body, tell ’em shut the f-ck up (what)
i don’t trust no soul, no b-tch, no plug (nah)
if a opp slide through, we gon’ light that truck up (grrah grrah)
yeah, b-tch, i’m wild, i’m reckless, huh
strapped up like tetris, huh
might just f-ck on alexis, huh
then forget her breakfast (lame ass)
i been cursed since birth, lil’ b-tch, i flex that pressure
yba done hit the scene, now every hoe feel extra (grrah)

[verse 2]
told that ho, “don’t play with me”—she played and lost her chain
took her birkin, took her keys, now she blockin’ me in vain (ha!)
got a stick in this big-ass coat, make me walk like kane (drip)
every post i drop, they pray that i get caught or stained
f-ck the judge, f-ck the cops, f-ck that po too (b-tch!)
if he talkin’ wild, bet he leak like juice (splat)
i got brothers in that cage, who ain’t never comin’ through
so i rap this sh-t for them and the youngins totin’ tools
i might crash out, blast out, with this mask out (brrr)
you ain’t gang, you just some clown, boy, pipe your ass down (p-ssy)
all this ice, i got a frown, neck heavy, no cap now
told my opps to test it out—now his name some background (boom!)
[chorus – final]
put it down, don’t pick that sh-t up, huh
i got demons in my body, tell ’em shut the f-ck up
i don’t trust no soul, no b-tch, no plug
if a opp slide through, we gon’ light that truck up
yeah, b-tch, i’m wild, i’m reckless, huh
strapped up like tetris, huh
might just f-ck on alexis, huh
then forget her breakfast
i been cursed since birth, lil’ b-tch, i flex that pressure
yba done hit the scene, now every hoe feel extra (rah!)

[outro]
(ayo, bleu)
terrelle, turn me the f-ck up, bruh
huncho steppin’, huh
yeah, huh, november 18th—made the game mine, b-tch
put it down or get laid out
yba, yeah!

- yba huncho

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