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Put Em Up
3,272
Hip-Hop/Rap
Put Em Up was released on November 14, 2019 by BadAzz Music Syndicate as a part of the album Talk Dat Shit
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Release DateNovember 14, 2019
LabelBadAzz Music Syndicate
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boosie Badazz
Boosie Badazz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
Songwriter
Brandon McDonald
Brandon McDonald
Songwriter

Lyrics

Put 'em up, put 'em up
Send that boy, he gon' put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Send that boy, he gon' put 'em up
Put 'em up, shit
Put 'em up (Put 'em up), put 'em up, put 'em up
Zip that **** in the bag, make his pussy ass trash
Fuckin' put 'em up (Put 'em up), put 'em up, put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Put 'em up, zip 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up (Put 'em up), send that boy, he gon' put 'em up
Put 'em up (Put 'em up), send that boy, he gon' put 'em up
Put 'em up (Put 'em up), send that boy, he gon' put 'em up
Put him up and zip him up and make his ass trash (Ugh)
I'm from that bloody block (Bloody block), we put 'em up, put 'em up (Yah)
We got a hundred choppers (Hundred choppers), and we gon' bust somethin' up
Swangin' wide on North 5, you can't run, bitch, duck (Duck)
Welcome to the Southside where we drop our nuts (Yah)
Fresh up out the pen', stompin' in my Chuck Taylors (Ugh)
Rode for the kid, know my lil' **** grateful (Yah)
Back to back to back, it's a fact, I can't replace 'em ('Place 'em)
So I cut they neck, no respect, I'm gon' chase 'em (Oh)
Daddy was a thug, what you think that I'm gon' be? (Gangster)
Sendin' any **** back, who you sent for me? (Lyin')
I promise ain't no sleep until I find the enemy
The one I'm sendin' swangin' like that **** kin to me, fuck it
Put 'em up (Put 'em up), put 'em up, put 'em up
Zip that **** in the bag, make his pussy ass trash
Fuckin' put 'em up (Put 'em up), put 'em up, put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Put 'em up, zip 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up (Put 'em up), send that boy, he gon' put 'em up
Put 'em up (Put 'em up), send that boy, he gon' put 'em up
Put 'em up (Put 'em up), send that boy, he gon' put 'em up
Put him up and zip him up and make his ass trash (Ugh)
Ten G's, ten G's, that's a lotta bread
For a head (For a head), for a **** 'posed to been dead
Twenty G's (Twenty G's), I'll paint a **** whole city red
Lil' one on the block like, "Boss, let me get that"
Play with Tommy guns, hundred drums, money gun
Play, I send my son, gettin' it done, finish one (Yah)
Ain't no **** chippin' me, I put that on my son (Tootie)
Swangin' this artillery, lil' bitch, since I was young (Yah)
These **** went to rappin', I was chewin' gum laughin' (Yah)
Ridin' rental cars, smashin', tryna bust him up in traffic (Yah)
The money, got it stackin', jealousy is what they're havin'
**** from my own way, had to tag him, aw (Aw)
Every **** 'round me get nasty, aw
I make 'em get it on with a phone call
He died first, ****, shoot first, ****
Certified stepper, Mr. Put in Work, ****, fuck it
Put 'em up (Put 'em up), put 'em up, put 'em up
Zip that **** in the bag, make his pussy ass trash
Fuckin' put 'em up (Put 'em up), put 'em up, put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Put 'em up, zip 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up (Put 'em up), send that boy, he gon' put 'em up
Put 'em up (Put 'em up), send that boy, he gon' put 'em up
Put 'em up (Put 'em up), send that boy, he gon' put 'em up
Put him up and zip him up and make his ass trash (Ugh)
Baton Rouge (Baton Rouge), we don't go for that ho shit
Baton Rouge (Baton Rouge), everybody on go, bitch
Tattoos (Tatted up), of dead ****, yeah, ****
When I catch you (Catch you), I'ma bust your head, ****
Oh, you lit, ****? (Lit, bitch?), ask yourself do you want it?
Can you swim, ****? (Swim, bitch?), with these sharks in my ocean
I ain't slippin', ****, know I'm stackin' that fetty
So I ride with it on my lap cocked and ready
Hustlin', duckin' feds, had to catch a couple heads (Yah)
Top shot gorilla, bitch, I'm known for bustin' heads (Yah)
You bitch, you know what's happenin', I'm 'bout that, y'all scared (****)
**** shouldn't've said what he said, now he dead (Fuck that ****)
La-di-da-di, I keeps a 40 (Yah)
These **** tryna kill me, I'ma hurt somebody, I say
La-di-da-di, I keeps a 40
Send them boys 'round that corner, tell 'em smash everybody, fuck it
Put 'em up (Put 'em up), put 'em up, put 'em up
Zip that **** in the bag, make his pussy ass trash
Fuckin' put 'em up (Put 'em up), put 'em up, put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Put 'em up, zip 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up (Put 'em up), send that boy, he gon' put 'em up
Put 'em up (Put 'em up), send that boy, he gon' put 'em up
Put 'em up (Put 'em up), send that boy, he gon' put 'em up
Put him up and zip him up and make his ass trash (Ugh)
Yeah
This bitch here like another "Set It Off" right here
**** gon' get beat up off this bitch right here
Yeah, ****
Written by: Torence Hatch
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