[Chorus: M.C. Mack]
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang

[Verse 1: D Tha Unknown]
Raid a n***a, dump a n***a on his back
Try to jack, I'm strapped, it gets pitch black
D, comin' hard, rollin' like the old days
Mad as a motherfucker, got the nine and don't play
Raid a n***a, dump a n***a on his back
Try to jack, I'm strapped, it gets pitch black
D, comin' hard, rollin' like the old days
Mad as a motherfucker, got the nine and don't play

[Chorus: M.C. Mack]
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang—
[Verse 2: Lil Glock]
Love lost bitch, North Memphis in the fuckin house
Buckin' buster bitches, now you hoes gotta run your mouth
My Glock is cocked to pop a punk motherfucker, quick
Trizzick, bizzitch, I just clizzick on a bizzitch on my dizzick
Now hoes better recognize, Lil' Glock ain't no fuckin' joke
No pretty boy smile, the gangster Glock child is goin' out in fuckin' smoke
Ridgegrove in this, bitch, hoes gotta pay the cost
North Memphis takin' over, blow a n***a's ass off

[Chorus: M.C. Mack]
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang

[Verse 3: D Tha Unknown]
Raid a n***a, dump a n***a on his back
Try to jack, I'm strapped, it gets pitch black
D, comin' hard, rollin', like the old days
Mad as a motherfucker, got the nine and don't play
Raid a n***a, dump a n***a on his back
Try to jack, I'm strapped, it gets pitch black
D, comin' hard, rollin', like the old days
Mad as a motherfucker, got the nine and don't play
[Chorus: M.C. Mack]
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang, put that thang, put that thang
Put that thang

[Outro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Player on that hustle type, big baller with so much clout
Ki's in my lap, police in the rearview, put 'em on a high speed, then bail out
I'm not afraid 'cause I got heart
Runnin' through the woods to the graveyard
Helicopters on my trail, I slipped and fell, plus, it's gettin' dark, now—
Player on that hustle type, big baller with so much clout
Ki's in my lap, police in the rearview, put 'em on a high speed, then bail out
I'm not afraid'cause I got heart
Runnin' through the woods to the graveyard
Helicopters on my trail, I slipped and fell, plus, it's gettin' dark