Mr Putiton Remix’ Guapo (Ft. Rylo Rodriguez)

[Intro: Guapo]
Yeah
(Hmm, I need 100 Keyz)
Yeah

[Chorus: Guapo]
Call me, call me Mr. Put It On way I rock these clothes
Fuck a lot of hoes and I bring poles in all my shows
Yeezy shoes, them bitches look like Crocs on sports mode, huh
I done did some shit that I can't say, but Lord knows

[Verse 1: Guapo]
I rock Dior B22, boy, you can't afford those
I got gas 'bows for twenty-two, a band get you some loads
Uh, exotic weed, you hit the blunt, it might burn up your nose, yeah
I don't got no camera, flash out, I be crashin' with them poles, huh

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
Just call me Mr. Rylo, even I know life's a gamble, but you gotta bet
I ain't chasin' no ho, Mr. Wide Receiver, she know I'm the catch
Ten racks in Gallery Dept., oversized, but I ain't try to fit
Ain't no killin' me, fuck 'round, build a tree 'cause we all got a switch
You lost me, move your map, don't fuck with you, I don't care who you dap
And he got cheese, but he a rat, and we got poles like Booby Trap
She had her own business, that nigga a dope boy, but she got more paper
She a rich ho, still gave her the boot, but it was Bottega
B22, socks Carolina Panthers colors, snakeskins
Got a scuff on 'em, bought another pair, that shit was six bands
Diamonds come from Africa, my watch a passport, my Cuban link my ID
These stars'll have a heart attack if I deactivate my IG (These niggas for real, just call me—)