Yeat – PUT IT ONG Lyrics

PUT IT ONG

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"PUT IT ONG." - Yeat

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 12:27 am

Album: DANGEROUS SUMMER

Track No: 01

Put that shit on God
Put that shit on God
Would you put it on God?
Would you stay till tomorrow?
Put that shit on God
Hold up, bitch, hold up, bitch, yeah, hold up (Damn)
Walkin' 'round city, I keep me a blick (Hold up, bitch)
Walkin' 'round city, I step on the beat, yeah, I'm leavin' a shit, hold up
Look at us wrong and we empty the clip (Hold up, bitch)
All of my dogs, my twizzy, my squizzy might kill ya
Walked 'round this bitch, and I notice this bitch started looking familiar, hold up
Boot up lil' bitch in the sky, yeah, they call me Amelia
Swervin' and dabbin' a three-hundred thousand-dollar car, I never could feel you (Never could feel you)
How much money could I make in a week? Yeah, a million
How much money could I make in my sleep? Yeah, a billion
If you think that you gon' get my money, lil' bitch, you gon' come meet the gremlins
I'm finna make all these Percs legal, bitch, yeah, the thirtieth amendment
Yeah, the thirtieth amendment
Ride 'round this bitch, yeah, my money so tall, yeah, my money so tall, yeah, my money so mammoth
All of this shit that I'm doing, you never could know, look, you wouldn't understand it
Every song that I be makin', that motherfucker hard, yeah, it's harder than granite
All it gon' take is a bullet, you die, don't take it for granted
Leave off the motherfuckin' Earth, leave off the Earth, yeah, I'm leavin' the planet
Swervin' and dabbin' the whip, yeah, I ran up the curb, ran up the curb and I'm groundin'
No, you can't get over there, you can't get over here, pull up and gettin' abandoned
I went and got me ten M's in a month, lil' bitch, I just made this shit happen
(Damn) Hold up, bitch, yeah, hold up
Walkin' 'round city, I keep me a blick (Hold up, bitch)
Walkin' 'round city, I step on the beat, yeah, I'm leavin' a shit (Hold up, bitch, hold up)
Look at us wrong and we empty the clip (Hold up, bitch)
All of my dogs, my twizzy, my squizzy might kill ya (Hold up, bitch)
Walked 'round this bitch and I notice this bitch started looking familiar, hold up
Boot up lil' bitch in the sky, yeah, they call me Amelia
Swervin' and dabbin' a three-hundred thousand-dollar car, I never could feel you (Never could feel you)
How much money could I make in a week? Yeah, a million (Hold up, bitch)
How much money could I make in my sleep? Yeah, a billion
A billion
The gremlins, the gremlins
Yeah, yeah
Hold up

Writer(s): Noah Smith, Benjamin Saint Fort, Jasper Levering, Paul Omar Elkan Agyei & Lucien Dunne.

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