[Hook: Kenny]
The world wasn't ready, now they ready though
They ain't all ready, I already know
If you ready turn up your radio, lets go
Yes, lets go, yes, lets go, lets go
Put some Shoes on, put some Shoes on
Put some Shoes on, put some Shoes on right now
Put some Shoes on, put some Shoes on
Put some Shoes on, put some Shoes on right now
If you ready, put some Shoes on right now
Get ready, put some Shoes on right now
Put some Shoes on, put some Shoes on then
Put some Shoes on, put some Shoes on right now

[Verse 1: Demetrius]
I'll be, I'll be riding with fly chicks
Hoes in my ride like Bonnie and Clyde's whip
Take away your land like the Hollywood sign did
That transforms into beef, that's optimus prime ribs
I'll be, I'll be God's gift to rap
I mean I'm God's gift-wrapping
Swear to God it's a wrap
Ok, don't fuck with God's son, he learned that shit when he died
He couldn't cross over, he burned his bridges with God

[Verse 2: Julius]
Moving top speed on that ass, n***a what's up
Ay yo, my clock reads quarter past giving a fuck
Ay yo, it's our turn to ball, y'all turn to ball over
Like your quarterback pitched it to us
I'mma stick my dick in this game but I gotta make it big first
Moms had babies back-to-back like a B.I.G verse
"Baby baby" Think we stopping now? Please
Homie Dodger hats up, on my Yasiel Puig
[Verse 3: Dice]
We ain't playing games, we ain't got time for it
Ahead of the times even if you move time foward
Rocking house shoes, can't afford Tom Ford
Unsigned West Coast rappers, we the top 4
Bury famous rappers, fuck how good they are
Had a ground full of stars, Hollywood Boulevard
Step up in this game, heat it n***a like blaow
Put some Shoes on, put some Shoes on right now

[Verse 4: Kenny]
I'm trying to get hammered and hit some walls hard, nail
Shoe Gang, tell em that's my cartel
I'm getting tail in the car, that's my car-tail
Puss and kush, fuck a new car smell
K-E-double-N-widdhy, every single day he stumbles in h-id-igh
I'll pop your top with the st-id-uy
What opens the lids? The answer is "I"

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Demetrius]
I'm writing essays like I'm sending letters to Mexicans
Mix a n***a and a Mexican, you get next of kin
I'm going in cause I'm intercepting my breathe again
That mean I'm catching my second wind
Hold up, I'm rocking a cotton hood, I'm death in sheep's clothing
That mean you reap what you sew then
You sheep, death reap, and you're so clothing
If y'all don't get it, I guess the kid's a young goat then
[Verse 6: Julius]
I been having this dream I kill every n***a rapping
By dream, I mean goal, I won't be sleep when this happens
Yo in that Monte Carlo, I'mma find you
Arm out the window, I'm giving n***as the shakes when I drive through
Fly muhfuckers, we some bird ass n***as
Just sit us in first class, first class citizen
We're mad niggerish
Y'all put the Shoes on, we gon' put the hood on
Heard that Zimmerman?

[Verse 7: Dice]
Ride around gripping on that 4 pound, ya heard me
Say you bout that life but when it goes down get nervy
When they finally bury me in dirt, they should bury me 100 feet deep
I'm so low down and dirty
N***a pop off but I don't go for that
My shotty keep bodies on it like a yoga mat
I'mma burn your new house down, you in the house snoring
You wake up sweating, surprise, house warming

[Verse 8: Kenny]
Smoking to keep shit off my mind
Kenny's often coughing and I ain't talking pine
Find me grinding hard, I ain't hard to find
So fuck those trying to knock me off my grind
Place the pistol to your temple, have your brains come up missing
Then sarcastically ask you "Have you lost your mind"
Just honesty combined with an awesome line
Dangerous, y'all should be rocking a caution sign