Field Trip

[Intro]
(Fifteenhunnid, hehe)
Hm, hm
Slatt, yeah, yeah
Hm, hm, rrr
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
I've been runnin' it up in a pandemic
Tell your ho to shut up, put a can in it
I'ma ball out my duffel, no hand in it
Got a Glock-25, got no jam in it
Nigga uppin' his pole, and he jam with it
So in love with my money, I dance with it
Tryna take my ho, you got no chance with it
She gon' suck my soul, takin' my pants with it
If you tryna say I am the best or at least top three, then you gotta be it
I heard he talkin' on 1500, then we put a Glock 45 to his head
We turn that boy to a mo'fuckin' sandwich, he thought it was up, tryna play with my bread
That boy allergic to all of the bullets, so when my guy hit him he usin' a pen
Beamin' his head, so he puttin' his hands up, wе got a fuck nigga runnin'
He want a feature, I need six bands if you want mе to keep it a hunnid
Black and white diamonds, they look like a panda, racks on me, keep thumbin'
These niggas mad 'cause I'm gettin' my bands up, racks on me, keep drummin' (Yeah, ha)
Walk in the club and that ho all on me, I tell her to back, back, back
That nigga talkin' so I took a trip to his field, now I'm feelin' like Zack, Zack, Zack
Morgan Freeman all in my cup, bitch (Go), I'm sippin' on Act', Act', Act'
I got the BCD all in my wallet, that's why my pockets so fat, fat, fat
Try to run up, then a bitch nigga wylin', know I ain't talkin' 'bout bro with a missile
I got a new Spanish ho from the island, she finna blow on my dick like a whistle
I can't get mad at a nigga for tryin', even though he know I get too official
We turn that boy to a brand new loose paper if a fuck nigga wantin' an issue
I got one more in the chamber, lettin' it go, don't make a movement
I got five hoes in the crib, throwin' it back, makin' a movement
It's a zero percent chance that he run up, if he tryna run up, he stupid
I got zero time for the games, I'm tryna ball in the back like I'm hoopin' (The fuck?)