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PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Mob
A$AP Mob
Performer
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Performer
Skepta
Skepta
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Jeremiah Owens
Jeremiah Owens
Songwriter
Joseph Adenuga
Joseph Adenuga
Songwriter
Willie Hutch
Willie Hutch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremiah Owens
Jeremiah Owens
Producer
Hector Delgado
Hector Delgado
Recording Engineer
Sam Houselander
Sam Houselander
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
Dave Nakaji
Dave Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
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
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