by Put Some Lulu On This But Song Lyrics By PLUTO & YKNIECE. The song is sung by rapper PLUTO and YKNIECE while lyrics of the song are also given by singer too. The track is a bold, high-energy anthem about confidence, independence, and wealth success. Pluto and Yaknis deliver savage verses full of swagger, calling out fake energy, celebrating their struggle, and making it clear that they are calm and on top. Repeated phrases like “whammy, whammy” and “shake that a**” add a catchy, club-ready vibe while augmenting the message: grab your bag, don’t enter if you can’t keep up, and don’t play if you’re not ready.
Put Some Lulu On This But Song Lyrics
[Intro: PLUTO & YKNIECE]
We finna make a hit tonight, PLUTO
Let’s ride, ah
Let’s go (Ride this shit just— come on)
Let’s ride (Zaytoven, ha-ha-ha)
[Verse 1: PLUTO]
Big Pluto, bitch, like, what the fuck?
Slidin’ down Ashby with the brew, you know we deep as fuck (We deep as fuck, ho)
He want me bad, heard he a duck, can’t get no coochie out the queen, put some Lulu on this butt (Lululemon)
Fuck a scram, we gettin’ money
Fresh to death when I pop out, ho, you forever lookin’ funny (You lookin’ funny, ho)
Free pickin’, bitch, I’m with the gang, called up bro, somethin’ like a choir, they gon’ let them Dracos sing (Gra-da-da-da)
[Pre-Chorus: PLUTO]
Whim, wham, bitch, you burnt out (Yo)
Whim, wham, oh, bitch, I’m turnt now (Oh bitch, I’m turnt)
Catchin’ plays, stay out the way (Mhm)
That’s my type, I’m tryna fuck, bitch, and right now (Right now)
[Chorus: PLUTO]
Yeah, we gettin’ money (Huh)
Yeah, we gettin’ pape’ (For sure)
Shake that ass, hit a split, throw that wham all in his face
We forever gettin’ money, you forever gon’ be mad
Somethin’ like BunnaB, ’cause her nigga dropped the bag
Shake that ass, ho (Shake that ass), whim, whamie
Go get a bag, ho (Uh-huh, uh-huh), ’cause you don’t scare me (Uh-huh, ho)
Shake that ass, ho, whim, whamie (Huncho Pluto)
Go get a bag ho, ’cause you don’t scare me (Don’t scare me)
[Verse 2: YKNIECE & PLUTO]
YK, what’s up?
Scram-ass ho, oh, yeah, you broke
We get some money, we want some more
If you ain’t a ten then hit the door (Then hit this door, ho)
He want this cat, I’m makin’ plays
No type of time, I’m makin’ pape’
I might just put it in his face (I’m talkin’ ’bout in it)
[Pre-Chorus: YKNIECE]
Whim, wham, bitch, you burnt out (Bitch, you burnt out)
Whim, whim, oh, bitch, I’m turnt now (Oh, bitch, I’m turnt now)
Catchin’ plays, stayin’ out the way (Mhm)
That’s my type, I’m tryna fuck, bitch, and right now
[Chorus: PLUTO & YKNIECE]
Yeah, we gettin’ money
Yeah, we gettin’ pape’
Shake that ass, hit a split (Let’s go), throw that wham all in his face (Whim, wham)
We forever gettin’ money, you forever gon’ be mad
Somethin’ like BunnaB, ’cause her nigga dropped the bag
Shake that ass, ho, whim, whamie
I said, uh— you don’t scare me
Shake that ass, ho, whim, whamie (Whim, whamie)
Go get a bag ho (Get that bag), like you don’t scare me (Ho, what’s up?)
[Outro: YKNIECE, PLUTO & Both]
Man, ah-ha-ha-ha
Talkin’ about “The biggest”
Man y’all hoes (At all), talkin’ about their scram ass (At all, at all)
Oh, I’m not playin’ (Ah-ha-ha-ha)
You think this shit a joke?
We just made a hit on y’all hoes, yeah, we goin’ up
Yeah, let’s do it, y’all hoes shake that ass
What we doin’?
