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🔥 Calboy, Yo Gotti - Put Em On A Shirt (Lyrics) ↪︎ https://open.spotify.com/track/6umaE8... Email for business enquiries: george@nite.yt Music submissions: https://royalvibes.edmdistrict.com/ Bass Nite on Spotify: https://fanlink.to/bassnite ➤ Calboy   / 147calboy     / 147calboy     / 147calboy   ➤ Yo Gotti   / yogotti     / yogotti     / yogotti   👑 Royal Vibes   / itsroyalvibes     / itsroyalvibes   http://smarturl.it/BN-Discord 📷 Background: https://unsplash.com/ 🎤 Calboy, Yo Gotti - Put Em On A Shirt Lyrics: [Intro: Calboy] Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Uh, yeah Uh, yeah [Chorus: Calboy] I’m getting’ high ‘cause my nigga gone And every day it’s getting worse My brother died on a Sunday, I think he should’ve been in church Spent all night in the trap house, I was whippin’ up the work On the block, get them Glocks out, we might put ‘em on a shirt I’m getting’ high ‘cause my nigga gone And every day it’s getting worse My brother died on a Sunday, I think he should’ve been in church Spent all night in the trap house, I was whippin’ up the work On the block, get them Glocks out, we might put ‘em on a shirt [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] Swear to God I never paid for a shooter (Swear to God) Free my dawg, Lord knows I can’t lose you (I need you) They say “Thirty million dollars, you a new you” (Sike) That’s a lie, man, the money made me cuckoo Hits in the streets like the Billboard Sneaker money, lil’ niggas’ll kill for it Baguette AP, I paid a deal for it 500k, this the big boy I heard you’ve seen an opp and you froze up (Who?) Me I got the drac’ in the Rolls truck Soon I seen the tint, know I rose up (Who that?) A nigga got beef, you know I showed up Never forget the shit the OG niggas told you Rappin’ the rap game ‘cause these corporate niggas owed us Keepin’ it gangsta, these niggas know that we the culture R.I.P. Sauce, a nigga lost a soldier Pack came on a Monday (Straight up) Feds busted on a Tuesday (Damn) Nobody knew that the pack came But my boy so that confuse me They switched up once the money came And that’s the quickest way to lose me (I’m out of here) They only comment when the beef on I think these niggas tryna use me, yeah [Chorus: Calboy] I’m getting’ high ‘cause my nigga gone And every day it’s getting worse My brother died on a Sunday, I think he should’ve been in church Spent all night in the trap house, I was whippin’ up the work On the block, get them Glocks out, we might put ‘em on a shirt I’m getting’ high ‘cause my nigga gone And every day it’s getting worse My brother died on a Sunday, I think he should’ve been in church Spent all night in the trap house, I was whippin’ up the work On the block, get them Glocks out, we might put ‘em on a shirt [Verse 2: Calboy] This on my dead homies, tired of singin’ the same song I just been rollin’ and geekin’ these meds strong I get high ‘til I head home, we don’t play with them deads We doing them dead wrong Boy you best keep your head on Don’t come on this block, that’s the red zone I got a few packs put my mans on I learned how to trap I was hands on Felt the keys for the first time, I’m a young Stevie Wonder I swear to God that this life’ll make you wonder Brody then got a chopper, I bet he make it stutter Glizzy on me, up it slicker than some butter And I’m from the streets so I had to pick the gun up Can’t cross me shorty, ‘cause I’m always running Had a long night working hard ‘til the sun up How you trade on your man? You so dirty Boy don’t tweak with the clan, we tote .30’s I told mamma “Yo boy a man, so don’t worry” Only put my trust in these bands it don’t hurt me Only smoking exotic gas, my eyes blurry I just poured up a 4, my man, so I’m slurring I just did the digital dash, now I’m swervin’ Just had a talk with my mans, I hope he heard me [Chorus: Calboy] I’m getting’ high ‘cause my nigga gone And every day it’s getting worse My brother died on a Sunday, I think he should’ve been in church Spent all night in the trap house, I was whippin’ up the work On the block, get them Glocks out, we might put ‘em on a shirt I’m getting’ high ‘cause my nigga gone And every day it’s getting worse My brother died on a Sunday, I think he should’ve been in church Spent all night in the trap house, I was whippin’ up the work On the block, get them Glocks out, we might put ‘em on a shirt ©️ If there are any issues with this upload and you want to get your track/background removed, contact me: george@nite.yt #Calboy #YoGotti #PutEmOnAShirt #RoyalVibes #Music #Lyrics #LyricVideo #FullHD #remix #Rap #HipHop