A$Pect

What's the aspect, Let me get the ratio
About 20 lined up, here comes another hoe
Always folding under pressure, boy, why you always choke
Give your girl some bruises on her knees, yeah, she give me throat

Yeah, I'm out here rocking Fendi, Talk about money, I got plenty
I know I'm a bit obnoxious, she riding like a cowgirl, But she topless, hold up, let's stop this
Switch with the flow, she give me blow like a leaf blower
Got all of them on me, I'm a hoarder
I got her wet like a boat though
Have some of my cream, here's a root beer float hoe
You know I'm always down to blow
Not in that way, I mean up the score
Treat you like some crack, finna whip you up in the pack
Mainly if you beefing with my crew
Bout to whip you up in a pot
Say you want some beef, how about let's not
Wait till you meet my Glock
Shit got a dot, it'll shoot you right on the spot

What's the aspect? Let me get the ratio
Bout 20 lined up, here comes another hoe
Always folding under pressure, boy, why you always choke
Give your girl some bruises on her knees, yeah, she give me throat

Got her on her knees, and she do as I please
Yeah, she out here giving me sloppy
Told her to come over, leaping on me like a froggy
You know we did it, traveling, I ain't lift a pivot
Had her moaning like a damn ribbit
We always use the rubber, she wants some money, you know I dub her
Cleaning her pipes like a plumber
I may be dumb, but she dumber
Wanna meet my plug, you know I got a front her
Give me the money, bouncing on the beat like a damn bunny
Gave her some wax like it's some honey, it's pretty funny
Got her laughing when I say I got it, I ain't capping
You ain't my homie, we ain't dabbing
Fucking her up, left her sapping
Gave her the maple, this shit's for the game, it's my staple
I belong here, no more living in fear
Cut my hoes off like a sheer, but I look in the mirror
Say hi to myself, say it's gonna be a good day, cause I'm by myself

What's the aspect? Let me get the ratio
About 20 lined up, here comes another hoe
Always folding under pressure, boy, why you always choke
Gave her a cross, some bruises on her knees, yeah, she gave me throat



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Writer(s): Zach Lund
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