Psoi Lyrics - Bogart

(Intro) 

I got you in check 

I'm sending a warning 

I don't need a vest, I don't need a vest 

I need an opponent 

(Hook) 

I put something on it 

Put something on it 

I put something on it 

I put something on it 

Put something on it 

I put something on it 

I fuck till the morning 

Put something on it 

I put something on it 

I put something on it 

Pull up and run it 

I put something on it 

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(Verse 1) 

Knew I could do it 

I put something on it 

Knew I could kill it 

I put something on it 

Got a look from your bitch 

I put something in her 

I find me a beat 

Then I eat it for dinner 

When I find me a beat, then I eat it, I'm greedy, we eating, I mean it 

Slice up my rivals, I Idi Amin it 

How in the fuck can you heat up a phoenix? 

I'm already hot 

You weren't there so you better stop 

I don't think I need a better watch 

I don't think I'm ever selling pop 

Don't care if I go to hell or not 

Me, I'm just making your melon pop, yo 

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(Hook) 

I put something on it 

Put something on it 

I put something on it 

I put something on it 

Put something on it 

I put something on it 

I fuck till the morning 

Put something on it 

I put something on it 

I put something on it 

Pull up and run it 

I put something on it 

(Verse 2) 

Rapping till the end times 

No bread line, headshot, I protect mine 

Pull up in a car, King Kong of the down South 

Hear the beat vibe like a bounce house 

No detox, blow an ounce down 

Al giving me the countdown 

They found me in the jungle 

Taking uppers in the downtown 

Yoshi on the beat now, hit 'em with a ground pound 

Used to stay inside, but I'm out now 

Cold like Cube, won't you, just, go ahead and bow down 

Bitch, wanna kick it like a roundhouse 

Thick, and she love it when I chow down 

Shit, on these rappers like an outhouse 

Wonder why the haters wanna look at my account now 

Wanna get drunk, but I push for the chronic 

I'm not for the talking, I put something on it 

(Hook) 

I put something on it 

Put something on it 

I put something on it 

I put something on it 

Put something on it 

I put something on it 

I fuck till the morning 

Put something on it 

I put something on it 

I put something on it 

Pull up and run it 

I put something on it 

(Verse 3) 

I'm a native of the greatest city 

Haven't come to visit us, ain't tripping, 

Just a major pity 

Khaled would've called it that 

Drink around cul-de-sac 

That's a round, straight ballistics what I'm rapping now 

I'll be guilty if you pat me down 

Never rocked a hand-me-down, never rocked a handout 

I just pull the pen out, jotting lyrics to send out 

Put something on it, how 'bout ten thou? 

Next sound: the crying from your relatives and best pals 

For those that miss ill like projectile, the real is back 

They get emotional, I'm filling that 

Stadium-sized arena before they killing rap 

Etcetera, etcetera 

Next veteran who step up get checked and rejected 

Your shit is ineffective, I'm in it for the rep, bitch 

All this Russian liquor got me hungry for a check, bitch 

Resurface, just for the weed purchase 

The right resources for me to speak verses 

A pit stop on the path to be perfect 

It was written I would be this fly in neat cursive 

Fuck being humble, all this shit is a nuisance 

I just wanna grow old and get rich and reclusive 

On my Citizen Kane shit, speed off in a strange whip 

With everybody gawking at the ho that I came with