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Put Up
118
Hip-Hop/Rap
Put Up was released on March 20, 2026 by Blood Brothers Inc. as a part of the album Innocent
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Release DateMarch 20, 2026
LabelBlood Brothers Inc.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Catherine Jr
David Catherine Jr
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Catherine Jr
David Catherine Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MERCY BEATZ
MERCY BEATZ
Producer
Juice Official
Juice Official
Producer

Lyrics

Uh-uh
Uh, mm, ****, put up (MercyBeatz, ****)
Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, huh? (Say, Juice, what type of juice you on, ****?)
Whole lotta Bleeda shit, ****, yeah
Look, the moment you lack, you gettin' put up (Uh, put up)
I got this Glock
I'm with this bitch, and, mm, huh, pull up (And you'll pull up)
Huh (Huh? Yeah)
(What up? What you wan' do? I'm, I'm tellin' you, we gon' break your fuckin' neck)
Uh, look (Dumb)
The moment you lack, you gettin' put up, uh (Gettin' put up)
Them **** ain't outside like they say they is
Them bitch ****, they put up (Like, where you at?)
Look, tryna buck this Glock'll have your dumb-ass in a pull-up (In a—)
I'm like a daddy to your son, how I have him doin' push-ups (Uh, push-ups)
Make this shot, it turn you black and blue
Like, "Alpha got the hook-up" (I got the hook-up)
Up that switch and fire it and homicides and bodies on my mental (Yeah)
Bloody visions vibin', with all of my dogs, might start a kennel (A kennel)
A-blow this bitch, you could play possum, when we walk down, killer-pretender
I looked in my mama eyes, hope she ain't find out that I'm a killer
But I'm knowin' that she know (Of course she know), 'cause she know how I felt 'bout Dee
Demons in my fuckin' dreams at night, so I can't even sleep (Uh-uh)
You want your soul, stay the fuck from 'round my way, I'll get your soul reaped
We four-deep with four poles behind five-percent finna soul-creep (Soul-creep)
Wan' book me for a show, I need twenty 'bowls to expose me (Expose me)
In other words, I need, like, twenty-K (Twenty-K)
Anything lesser than that, you can get the fuck from out my face (From out my face)
What? A **** think I'm a rookie? Steady lookin' at my waistline (Uh)
Whole time, it's under my arm, finna heat him up like a flatline
I ain't with all of that talkin'
When it be beef, it's gon' be smack time
You supposed to be thuggin', got in the jam, and then was rattin' (Pussy-bitch)
The moment you lack, you gettin' put up, uh
Them **** ain't outside like they say they is
Them bitch ****, they put up (Like, what up?)
Look, tryna buck this Glock'll have your dumb-ass in a pull-up (A pull-up)
I'm like a daddy to your son, how I have him doin' push-ups (Uh, push-ups)
Make this shot, it turn you black and blue
Like, "Alpha got the hook-up" (I got the hook-up)
Up that switch and fire it and homicides and bodies on my mental
Bloody visions vibin', with all of my dogs, might start a kennel
A-blow this bitch, you could play possum, when we walk down, killer-pretender (Killer-pretender)
Blue lights and yellow tape
I jumped out, slingin' that golden stake (Catch vibe)
Catch me and Glokk with forty shots a piece
We been dropped golden tape (In one)
Since he wan' be fishy, watch, I get a bitch to be his bait (Uh-uh)
You come around, you better wash them dishes and know how to fix a plate (Clean up)
They spoke on my brother
They know it ain't safe (They know it ain't safe)
Come through the cut with a dirty-ass K (Dirty .30)
Sneak attack from the back
Bro gon' bang from the left
Won't be nobody left when we jump on that steak (No one left)
Huh, uh-uh, it won't be nobody left (Nobody left)
Smacked the **** off some dumpling
Now, new blood on the shelf (Blood on the shelf)
This that pack
You gon' be a whole 'nother Skully screamin', "Slatt" (Screamin', slatt)
I shoot you for real, front you a pack
I need it back (Need it back)
If you ain't killed nothin' for real, get out the field, you'll be a hat
He went up the hill with Jill, so that's why he got jacked
The moment you lack, you gettin' put up, uh
Them **** ain't outside like they say they is (Them **** ain't)
Them bitch ****, they put up
Look (They put up), tryna buck this Glock'll have your dumb-ass in a pull-up (Don't bump this, don't bump this)
I'm like a daddy to your son, how I have him doin' push-ups (Uh, push-ups)
Make this shot, it turn you black and blue
Like, "Alpha got the hook-up" (Alpha got the hook-up, I got the hook-up)
Up that switch and fire it and homicides and bodies on my mental
Bloody visions vibin', with all of my dogs, might start a kennel (A kennel)
A-blow this bitch (Huh), you could play possum, when we walk down, killer-pretender (Yeah)
(Beat Execz)
Whole lot of Bleeda shit (MercyBeatz, ****)
Free them members, ****
Free my bro'nem, ****
It's bigger than that
Bigger than that, ya heard me?
You know, for you only (Say, Juice, what type of juice you on, ****?)
Free my 5, ha
Written by: David Catherine
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