Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Mob
Performer
A$AP Rocky
Performer
Skepta
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Jeremiah Owens
Songwriter
Joseph Adenuga
Songwriter
Willie Hutch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremiah Owens
Producer
Hector Delgado
Recording Engineer
Sam Houselander
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
Dave Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Put that on my set
Uh, put that on my set
I recollect, uh, uh
Time to count some checks
They go collect, uh
They owe some debt
Nothing over, nothing less, **** on deck
And plus I flex, I put that on my set
[Verse 2]
Understand, I'm a man trying to make it in a world of death
She just wanna **** and I just met her at the club
And now we left
I just wanna **** ing love her, rough her, she was love and nothing less
I just love how we busting, **** and up on her **** chest
God, I love that dress
God, I love the way she dress, she fresh
God, I love her breasts
God, I love the thighs, and eyes, and eh
Swear to God I'm out of breath
Swear to God if I get out alive she check it
Only time we naked, only time she complain and demand for private jets
[Verse 3]
Twist my fingers, put that on my set
**** the other side, no disrespect
Taking crazy **** coming at my neck
And these roaches get
I'ma put that on my set
[Verse 4]
Show respect
I'ma aim for the neck
I'ma make some ghosts
When it comes to the raps
Man, I must be possessed
When you see me up close
When you look into my eyes
When you see how I flex
Just me and my dawgs
And another handful of cats
I ain't trying to **** with the rest
[Verse 5]
Man, I'm ready to die
My soul's in the sky
See the pain in my eyes
I don't wanna cry
Put my life on the line
For my blood all the time
I see all the signs
But it's like they blind, trying to kill me for mine
I get so behind
The police trying to find
DNA on the nine
Man, open the door
Real **** on tour
Man, I'm ready for war
Ten toes on the floor
**** me on the 3rd, it will be Halloween on the 4th
Yeah, all the way from the East to the North
Rocky better knock that Backwood, spilling mad **** on the floor
Icy
[Verse 6]
Hey, hey, put that on my set
I said I flex, hey
Hey, what's that on my neck?
(Put that on my set)
(Flex, hey)
(Flex, hey)
Hey, hey, put that on my set
I said I flex, hey
Hey, what's that on my neck?
They called baguettes
Thees **** sweat
These **** know they all in check
And **** on deck
And plus I flex, I put that on my set
Written by: Rakim Mayers, Jeremiah Owens, Joseph Adenuga, Willie Hutch