Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Put That On My Set’ by A$AP Mob. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Mob or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Put that on my set, uhh, uhh
Put that on my set
I recollect, uhh, uhh
Time to count some checks they go collect, uhh
They owe some debt
Nothin’ over, nothin’ less
And hoes on deck, and plus I flex
I put that on my set
Understand, I’m a man tryna make it in a world of death
She just wanna f*ck and I just met her at the club
And now we left
I just wanna fuckin’ love her, rough her
She was lovin’ nothin’ less
I just love how we’re bustin’, nuttin’ all up on her fucking chest
God I love that dress, God I love the way she dress, she fresh
God I love her breasts, God I love her thighs and eyes and uhh
Swear to God I’m outta breath
Swear to God if I get out of line, she checkin’
Only time we naked, only time she complainin’ and demand for private jets
Twist my fingers, put that on my set
F*ck the other side, no disrespect, uhh
Talking crazy, niggas comin’ at my neck
Man, that’s word to Skepta
I’mma put that on my set
Show respect
I’mma aim for the neck
I’mma 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 dogs, and another handful of cats
I ain’t tryna f*ck with the rest
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
Tryna kill me for mine
Now this all behind, the police tryna find
DNA on the nine
Man open the door
Real niggas on tour
Man, I’m ready for war
Ten toes on the floor
F*ck with me on the 3rd, it will be Halloween on the 4th
Yeah, all the way from the East to the North
Rocky billin’ up that Backwood
Spilling mad weed on the floor (Icy)
Put that on my set
Ayy, ayy
Put that on my set
I said, I flex
Ayy, ayy
What’s that on my neck?
Ayy, ayy
Put that on my set
I said, I flex
Ayy, ayy
What’s that on my neck?
They call baguettes
These bitches sweat
These niggas know, they all in check
And hoes on deck
And plus I flex, I put that on my set