Put That Up We Not Humping Lyrics is written and sung by Monaleo. The title of the song is We Not Humping.
Put That Up We Not Humping Lyrics
[Intro]
Diablo, Diablo, Diablo
[Chorus]
Put that di^k up, we not humpin’
Sky Zone, bit^h, my block jumpin’
Jump out the black truck, we start dumpin’
In the field with a hundred bands, no trumpet
Main Ni^^a just cut me off, fu^k it
Ni^^a, stop talkin’, just come suck it
When it’s smoke, bet the opps gon’ duck it
We kick smoke up, they kick buckets
[Verse 1]
Put a bag on your head ’cause it’s in my budget
All I gotta do is push a button
I’m on they heads like a goddamn mullet
Spent ten bands at the sneaker summit
I got the hood on my back like it’s raining
He a head monster, I’m not complaining
He don’t like my ways but I’m not changing
I don’t text him back ’cause that shit draining
Get in the blend likе fruits and veggies
Do what I want ’cause my Ni^^a lеt me
I keep lead case a bit^h want to test me
Smoke on the ‘net but in person, I’m her bestie
[Chorus]
Put that di^k up, we not humpin’
Sky Zone, bit^h, my block jumpin’
Jump out the black truck, we start dumpin’
In the field with a hundred bands, no trumpet
Main Ni^^a just cut me off, fu^k it
Ni^^a, stop talkin’, just come suck it
When it’s smoke, bet the opps gon’ duck it
We kick smoke up, they kick buckets
[Verse 2]
Damn, what happened?
Oh, I think she thought I was cappin’
Aww, now she a Instagram caption
Shot her in the face ten times, that’s passion
I don’t text my ex, I’m past it
Hoes can’t see me, even in glasses
Okay, I put bit^hes in caskets
And I turn bitc^es to ashes
Ooh, I like Ni^^a and bit^hes
I like guns that come with switches
I like Ni^^a that sag they britches
Got twin Glocks, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout twitches
My Ni^^a carry broomsticks like witches
Can’t fu^k raw, I’m not yo’ missus
Get her plucked off if she act chicken
Cut my ex off ’cause he was bit^hin’
[Chorus]
Put that di^k up, we not humpin’
Sky Zone, bit^h, my block jumpin’
Jump out the black truck, we start dumpin’
In the field with a hundred bands, no trumpet
Main Ni^^a just cut me off, fu^k it
Ni^^a, stop talkin’, just come suck it
When it’s smoke, bet the opps gon’ duck it
We kick smoke up, they kick buckets
[Bridge]
Ooh, give me head in the ‘Cat or the ‘Vette
I take a nap in the back of the jet
And I put a cap in the back of his head
New Ni^^adon’t work, then it’s back to my ex