field Day

[Verse 1: bbyazul]
Bottle got me lean, I'm in Kentucky, seein' colors
And the opp done caught the belt, but I was aiming for his mother
Said he sweeter than a bitch and, yeah, that nigga act like Butters
When that hollow hit the ground, it make him dance, that nigga Usher
Aim it at his lobe and lean into it, Donald Glover
In the gym his whole life, but this Gen5 hittin' tougher
Dylan hit him in his neck, like Golden Freddy, make him buffer
I got this popping out the trunk, I said this big shit make him suffer
You can send your best mans, you gon' lose your best hitter
MP5, big shitter, no homo, it gon' spank nigga
My canine tank bit him, in the trap, I'm saint kitchen
Local think he died, but he hide, my nigga stay missin'
I would talk that shit, but I would really lose connections
And the cashier knew it's go when I bought that Smith & Wesson
On the block you need protection, when I step, it got you stressin'
Said your OG in a box, knew he was praying for a blessing

[Verse 2: yamamaya]
Ruler on me, teaching lessons, bullets hit him, not caress him
Jimmy Saville, blick molest him, introduce him to the Wesson
.45 on me, send a message, Fortnite, park the whip real pleasant
Smoking darkness got me stressing, I just spark, I don't embellish
Heavy weapons, bro's a marksman, told my brethren, "Bring the harp in"
Posted up like royal guardsmen in case a pussy wanna start shit
His shit ass, I just discard it, hate that pussy, hit the target
Split the guap up, I'm a Marxist, had to supersize my pockets
I'm on everybody A-list, so much green, you'd think I shape-shift
Smoking cookie, Famous Amos, fuck the pre-rolls, I smoke pages
Push his shit back, Jason Statham, I'm a villainous Caucasian
Think your bitch might be autistic, she said I'm her new fixation
He want beef, I told him, "Bag it," I ain't boss up, I been had it
Function jumping like a rabbit, bullets leave him, Greg Abbott
Put a pussy boy in brackets, smoking high grade out the package
Fuck the president, I'm putting hachinemu on the ballot

[Verse 3: bbyazul]
Hit his block with black magic
I done spun so many times they look around like, "What happened?"
Look around like, "What's happening?" Don't test, 'cause I have it
Up blick and do him tragic, now he walking like a bad bitch
Choppa cook a nigga, Babish, said a nigga living lavish
I'd pop a nigga Gavin, choppa rock a nigga savage
I paper chase and vanish, pot him scared, he speaking Spanish
I wouldn't take that life for granted, you would hate the shit I'm planning
Pack a p— (No flipping way)