Put That Shit On - Trapland Pat

Call me Mister Put That Shit On (Heero)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy
(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
Yeah

Call me Mister Put That Shit On
Plug 'cross the border, hold up, let me get my trip on (Yeah, yeah)
I'm really 'bout my chips, I grab the cheese and add some dip on
Still be on them corners that I caught my first lick on
We still be at the park where Rambo caught his first body at (Duh-duh-duh)
It's Trapland Pat, I had to tell her not to call me that
You movin' like a rat, how you gon' tell 'em where you saw me at?
Addicted to designer, please just show me where the mall be
Once she make me climax, she know to never call me

Addicted to my image, guess that's why they tryna draw me
She know that I don't share, I'm really greedy, bae, you all me
Ain't nothin' artificial, baby girl, this the raw me
I told 'em I'm an addict when they come to all this trap shit
They let me in the pot, I came back solid like some crack shit (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I knew it wasn't raw, it couldn't lock, that was some whack shit
That's a situation that'll get your whole block spinned (Duh-duh-duh)
I went to see my peoples 'cause I knew that they could make it happen
At first, it was trappin', then they told me I could make it rappin'
808s knockin' in the back, I hear them bitches smackin' (Yeah, yeah)
Slidin' with that duh-duh-duh, know that we ain't never lackin' (Duh-duh-duh, never)

Call me Mister Put That Shit On
Plug 'cross the border, hold up, let me get my trip on (Yeah, yeah)
I'm really 'bout my chips, I grab the cheese and add some dip on
Still be on them corners that I caught my first lick on
We still be at the park where Rambo caught his first body at (Duh-duh-duh)
It's Trapland Pat, I had to tell her not to call me that
You movin' like a rat, how you gon' tell 'em where you saw me at?
Addicted to designer, please just show me where the mall be
Once she make me climax, she know to never call me

And we don't fuck with jakes, so don't you tell me where the law be
You tryna skip the line, you best to crawl before you ball, B
You know this bag large, ain't nothin' 'bout it small, B (Yeah, yeah)
Don't get your hopes up 'cause that's when it's just gon' fall, B
Cashin' out on drip that ain't even much release yet
Streets been real cold 'cause I ain't drop none of this heat yet
If it ain't for the trap, then you could tell the plug to keep that
Shotgun, hail Mary, know that I'm a deep threat
I ain't gon' hit the stage if they ain't callin' for no steep checks
Say he want a verse, but he ain't cash out on no feat' yet
Backend, frontend, gots to get them racks in
'Nough with all them stories, you gon' have to show me action

Call me Mister Put That Shit On
Plug 'cross the border, hold up, let me get my trip on (Yeah, yeah)
I'm really 'bout my chips, I grab the cheese and add some dip on
Still be on them corners that I caught my first lick on
We still be at the park where Rambo caught his first body at (Duh-duh-duh)
It's Trapland Pat, I had to tell her not to call me that
You movin' like a rat, how you gon' tell 'em where you saw me at?
Addicted to designer, please just show me where the mall be
Once she make me climax, she know to never call me

She know to never call Pat
Probably at that damn trap
Hellcats, no Scats
Duh-duh-duh
It's a forty-one
Fully auto, ain't no semi gun
We don't no one for one
Lately, I been havin' fun
Yeah