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Put It On
Hip-Hop/Rap
Put It On was released on July 17, 2026 by First Place Gang LLC as a part of the album Wasn't Even Trying
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Release DateJuly 17, 2026
LabelFirst Place Gang LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SavyMal
SavyMal
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John E. Wilson
John E. Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SavyMal
SavyMal
Vocal Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, I was creepin' with his bitch
I had to put it on her (Put it on her)
He was creepin' with his ****
I had to put it on 'em (Put it on 'em)
All this money in my pocket, had to put it on 'em
****, they be slidin' on my block, we had to put it on they creepin'
Keep your eyes open, ****, they be creepin' (They be creepin')
Keep your grass low, ****, they be creepin' (They be creepin')
Keep your eyes open, ****, they be creepin' (Nah, for real)
And all my **** fuckin' felons, ain't no secret
Ain't no secret
Huh, ****, we been creepin', huh
I just hit like two of 'em, we up the
Score this evenin' (Score this evenin')
I don't even like them ****, them **** don't like me neither
I ain't never been fakin', ****
Always been the motherfuckin' teacher
I'ma teach you how to flip it, how to be me
I can tell you how to drop sixty-two and get a beanie (Get a hundred)
Put four, five thousand dollars on this beanie
Now my lil' **** goin', man, them **** gon'
See 'em like they got some Oakleys on
****, they be phony, I don't know what they got goin' on
Me and my **** really hit shit to the morn'
Me and my **** really gon' get shit gone
For the low price of fifty-fuckin' ball
Hit your big homie, bitch, and we'll hit 'em all
Feelin' like John Wick when he lost his dog
So just listen, dog, ****, I'm crippin', dog
Last time them **** crept is when they lost they dog
(And now he gone)
I was creepin' with his bitch, I had to put it on her (Put it on her)
He was creepin' with his ****
I had to put it on 'em (Put it on 'em)
All this money in my pocket, had to put it on 'em
****, they be slidin' on my block, we had to put it on they creepin'
Keep your eyes open, ****, they be creepin' (They be creepin')
Keep your grass low, ****, they be creepin' (They be creepin')
Keep your eyes open, ****, they be creepin' (Nah, for real)
And all my **** fuckin' felons, ain't no secret
I was creepin' with his bitch, I had to put it on her (Put it on her)
He was creepin' with his ****
I had to put it on 'em (Put it on 'em)
All this money in my pocket, had to put it on 'em
****, they be slidin' on my block, we had to put it on they creepin'
Keep your eyes open, ****, they be creepin' (They be creepin')
Keep your grass low, ****, they be creepin' (They be creepin')
Keep your eyes open, ****, they be creepin' (Nah, for real)
And all my **** fuckin' felons, ain't no secret
Ooh, escrow
Written by: John E. Wilson
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