ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Recky
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Charles Dume-Patrick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cagegotthatcold
Producer
歌詞
(Cage got that cold)
Shit get ments, yeah
Shit get—, yeah
I keep a couple rubber bands around my wrist, I'm paper chasin'
Lil' witch askin' for dick, but she can't get the zombie slayer
I keep tellin' all my youngens chase the cheese and keep it player
I get so much love up in the ends, I might just run for Mayor
Ho, don't tell me 'bout no other ****, this ain't go compare
I click my fingers, make it happen, bitch, you know that shit be rare
Ain't got no space up in my safe, I started stackin' under stairs
I think I need to take a trip, I need a break from dodgin' feds
Shit get ments
My **** Rocky in the trap, he make it stretch
Every time he taggin' up, he make a mess
I call the cat to come and clean it, dodgin' probable arrest
Shit get ments, stack and repeat
Shit get ments, stack and repeat
Shit get ments, stack and repeat
Shit get ments, stack and repeat
I got the package pullin' up to your address, ho, you ain't leavin'
If you run off with my shit, I get you done for high treason
I got mandy in the basement waitin' for festival season
I got Susie in the trap, my phone be twerkin' on the weekend
Look, don't take me for no trick, I ain't no fuckin' millionaire
I got issues with this model, think I need a Build-A-Bear
I got syrup in my cup, I'm tryna keep myself awake
But I keep pourin' till I'm fallin', think I'm 'bout to fade away
Shit get ments, stack and repeat
Shit get ments, stack and repeat
Shit get ments, stack and repeat
Shit get ments, stack and repeat
Shit get ments, stack and repeat
Shit get ments, stack and repeat
Shit get ments, stack and repeat
Shit get ments, stack and repeat
I keep a couple rubber bands around my wrist, I'm paper chasin'
Lil' witch askin' for dick, but she can't get the zombie slayer
I keep tellin' all my youngens chase the cheese and keep it player
I get so much love up in the ends, I might just run for Mayor
Ho, don't tell me 'bout no other ****, this ain't go compare
I click my fingers, make it happen, bitch, you know that shit be rare
Ain't got no space up in my safe, I started stackin' under stairs
I think I need to take a trip, I need a break from dodgin' feds
Shit get ments
Written by: Aaron Charles Dume-Patrick