I put that s**t together for a job

I put that s**t together for a job

If I'm not making money, then I got me some withdrawals

If I'm not at the top, then I won't do it at all

[Chorus: Yeat]

Big chains, big guns, big trucks, zombies

Ha, we some big mutts, huh, big doggies

I put that s**t together for a job

I put that s**t together like some puzzle pieces (No)

[Verse 1: Yeat]

You ain't live what I lived (Hold up)

You ain't did what I did

You ain't put that s**t together and stand on the s**t you did

How you runnin' from some lies you said you already fuckin' did?

You say you standin' on that shit, but all we see you do it sit, boy

Sit

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sit

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sit

Like a mutt, yeah, yeah, sit

You a bitch, you ain't got this fuckin' money, guess what it is?

It's the king Tonka, king world billionaire, b***h

You can suck my dick, I don't give no fucks about this s**t

I don't give one fuck, not two fuck, not three fucks, not six

Yeah, I'm with the boy in the 6ix

You don't gotta like it, but just know I keep them sticks

You don't gotta like us, but just know I run this s**t (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Stick

[Pre-Chorus: Yeat & Future]

I put that s**t together for a job (Put that s**t, woah)

I put that s**t together for a job (Put that s**t, woah)

If I'm not making money, then I got me some withdrawals

If I'm not at the top, then I won't do it at all (Nah)

[Chorus: Yeat & Future]

Big chains, big guns, big trucks, zombies (Zombies)

Yeah, we some big mutts, huh, big doggies (Big dogs)

I put that s**t together for a job (Put that s**t, woah)

I put that s**t together like some puzzle pieces (Pluto, put that s**t, yeah)

[Verse 2: Future]

Shorty been takin' them Percs, he out his mind, he ready to click (Shorty)

Shorty been takin' them pills, he ready to go splurge at the big old trick (Shorty)

Shorty been wipin' nostrils, 730, been on ten (Shorty)

Shorty been catchin' bodies, done killed his man, he ready to go spin (Shorty)

Switch blend in, I'm trill

Smacked his whole friend, I'm trill

I just snatched the doors out the 'Rari

I'll just buy a plane tomorrow

Bought the b***h a bag or somethin', I ain't get to tell her sorry

Seven whole cities goin' up, I just bought a bag of guns

Super, not the average one, splurgin' at the diamond store

Three mill' in diamonds on, look like an island on him

I ain't through stylin' on 'em, still tryna hide the money

Get a n***a cooked for a Perc', real n***a, goin' 730 (Ayy)

It's been a week since you dissed your opps, you must be foldin' (Ayy)

They say it's my fault if you fall out on the codeine (Ayy)

I'm just a rich-ass junkie, I might OD (Ayy)

I done f****d around and hit that coke, it make my nose bleed (Ayy)

I put this s**t together like a job (Put this s**t, woah)

I put that s**t together like a job (Put this s**t)

Get a mill' ticket just for me to talk (Woah)

Lil' bad b***h done snorted all the block (Woah)

[Chorus: Yeat & Future]

Big chains, big guns, big trucks, zombies

Ha, we some big mutts, huh, big doggies (Ah)

I put that s**t together for a job (Put that s**t, yeah)

I put that s**t together like some puzzle pieces (Put that s**t, yeah)