More songs by Nettspend
Description
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist, Engineer: Gunner Shepardson
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Nathaniel “CXO” Campos
A& R: Sesen Tsegab
Aand Radministrator: Marissa Wickliffe
Producer: CXO
A& R: Aaron “Dash” Sherrod
A& R: Nicole Wyskoarko
Composer Lyricist: Nathaniel Campos
Lyrics and translation
Original
Shirt, uh.
Are you ready?
Shit, I'm gettin' high on the way, on the way, on the way, on the way, uh. Poke it out my shirt, yeah. Poke it out her face, yeah.
I just go doin' my work. Itch' gon' run like blade.
I ain't eatin' 'til I'm done, this is the hungry gang, uh. Poke it out my shirt, yeah. Poke it out her face, uh.
Poke it out my shirt, yeah. Poke it out her face, uh. Poke it out my shirt, yeah.
Poke it out her face, uh. Poke it out my shirt, yeah. Poke it out her face.
I got somethin' to make. Please, please, hell, I go insane. It's cheeky of you to just wait.
I know you on the phone thinkin' 'bout my face.
Day, day, day, day, day, day, day, day, day. My skin is lookin' good, ain't done dressin' in like seven days.
I'm jacked, so give me half of this. Half time, I ain't passin' it.
I'm so blasphemous. I'm so fuckin' blasphemous.
Catch a lot of shit just so I could rap 'bout it.
I'm down to try some shit. It might be sick if we do it together. Are you ready?
Shit, I'm gettin' high on the way, on the way, on the way, on the way, uh.
Poke it out my shirt, yeah. Poke it out her face, yeah. I just go doin' my work.
Itch' gon' run like blade.
I ain't eatin' 'til I'm done, this is the hungry gang, uh. Poke it out my shirt, yeah. Poke it out her face, uh.
Poke it out my shirt, yeah. Poke it out her face, uh. Poke it out my shirt, yeah.
Poke it out her face, uh. Poke it out my shirt, yeah. Poke it out her face.
Fluid, fluid, it's so hard for you to walk like this.
Yeah, I'm mutant, mutant, but I ain't got no role model shit. Yeah, role model kid. Jump the floor, it's llama pit.
Yeah, need my juice, yeah. Jamba, Jamba, Jamba. Lean, lean, I need all of it.
This shit isn't stallin' quick. They fallin', fallin', bitch.
Go home and get your feathers split. Yeah, you a heavy kid. Pick up in that Chevy, yeah. Girl, are you ready?
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
English translation
Shirt, uh.
Are you ready?
Shit, I'm gettin' high on the way, on the way, on the way, on the way, uh. Poke it out my shirt, yeah. Poke it out her face, yeah.
I just go doin' my work. Itch' gon' run like blade.
I ain't eatin' 'til I'm done, this is the hungry gang, uh. Poke it out my shirt, yeah. Poke it out her face, uh.
Poke it out my shirt, yeah. Poke it out her face, uh. Poke it out my shirt, yeah.
Poke it out her face, uh. Poke it out my shirt, yeah. Poke it out her face.
I got somethin' to make. Please, please, hell, I go insane. It's cheeky of you to just wait.
I know you on the phone thinkin' 'bout my face.
Day, day, day, day, day, day, day, day, day. My skin is lookin' good, ain't done dressin' in like seven days.
I'm jacked, so give me half of this. Half time, I ain't passin' it.
I'm so blasphemous. I'm so fuckin' blasphemous.
Catch a lot of shit just so I could rap 'bout it.
I'm down to try some shit. It might be sick if we do it together. Are you ready?
Shit, I'm gettin' high on the way, on the way, on the way, on the way, uh.
Poke it out my shirt, yeah. Poke it out her face, yeah. I just go doin' my work.
Itch' gon' run like blade.
I ain't eatin' 'til I'm done, this is the hungry gang, uh. Poke it out my shirt, yeah. Poke it out her face, uh.
Poke it out my shirt, yeah. Poke it out her face, uh. Poke it out my shirt, yeah.
Poke it out her face, uh. Poke it out my shirt, yeah. Poke it out her face.
Fluid, fluid, it's so hard for you to walk like this.
Yeah, I'm mutant, mutant, but I ain't got no role model shit. Yeah, role model kid. Jump the floor, it's llama pit.
Yeah, need my juice, yeah. Jamba, Jamba, Jamba. Lean, lean, I need all of it.
This shit isn't stallin' quick. They fallin', fallin', bitch.
Go home and get your feathers split. Yeah, you a heavy kid. Pick up in that Chevy, yeah. Girl, are you ready?
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?