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Put It On Somebody
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Put It On Somebody was released on February 10, 2026 by 300 Entertainment as a part of the album Put It On Somebody - Single
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Release DateFebruary 10, 2026
Label300 Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luhh Dyl
Luhh Dyl
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Martin
Dylan Martin
Songwriter
Kendale Malachi Williams
Kendale Malachi Williams
Songwriter
Noah Hofmann
Noah Hofmann
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brendan Lamarca
Brendan Lamarca
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Logan "LQThaBanker" Wild
Logan "LQThaBanker" Wild
Mixing Engineer
4head
4head
Producer
4our3va
4our3va
Producer

Lyrics

Ha, I'm dressed in Supreme, I'm stylin'
A hundred thousand dollars ain't shit, yeah, a hundred thousand the least of my problems (Four3va)
I done been on my ass, I done felt that feelin', I'm straight, so I said, "Fuck college" (What are you doing, 4head?)
I was down that road, 'member hangin' all off of the edge when I heard somebody tellin' me, "Get up and get it," I got it
Ain't no love, only drugs and narcotics, ain't no love, bitches all movin' sloppy
You ain't no thug, never heard of that body
I had to work for the pape' that I got, ****, act like I put it on somebody
I put in work just to get to this spot, **** say I ain't hot, then put it on somebody (Ha)
I flash with the Glock when the night pass, can't slip, trap leanin' on the nightstand
Can't sleep up, thinkin' 'bout new bands, all of us turnt, you want bread, you can do that
**** turnt, you know that, you knew that, I walk in, been with the hoes, be like, "Who that?"
And I can't settle down, do I look like a clown? I get just as much hugs as screwback
Who said they was turnter than Dyl? **** lyin', throwin' dirt on me still
I'm drivin' the foreign like I ain't got license, bro scared for his life, tryna tell me to chill
Don't trip, bitch, you know I got will
50K stuffed in the book bag, this is for shoppin', hell nah, I can't sign for a mil'
God forbid, if I get locked down right now, I'm good, I ain't talkin' for meals
But doin' good ain't me gettin' no ass, what's my number? Come talk cash
Any other talk, probably get your block fast
They askin' for money, I just wanted some love, I guess it's on me 'cause I said, "Talk cash"
My mama had told me 'bout hangin' with thugs, used to tell me a hard head make a soft ass
I'll be straight by the end of the day
It brought the real **** out of that pain and it take a real one to wear these chains
It take a real one to get heartbroken and get backstabbed and still don't change
I got some real ones around me, if you got some ho in your blood, you can't hang with the gang, pussy
Ha, I'm dressed in Supreme, I'm stylin'
A hundred thousand dollars ain't shit, yeah, a hundred thousand the least of my problems
I done been on my ass, I done felt that feelin', I'm straight, so I said, "Fuck college"
I was down that road, 'member hangin' all off of the edge when I heard somebody tellin' me, "Get up and get it," I got it
Ain't no love, only drugs and narcotics, ain't no love, bitches all movin' sloppy
You ain't no thug, never heard of that body
I had to work for the pape' that I got, ****, act like I put it on somebody
I put in work just to get to this spot, **** say I ain't hot, then put it on somebody, pussy
Written by: Dylan Martin, Kendale Malachi Williams, Noah Hofmann
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