FIELD DAY

[Intro – Vocalizing]
(Aye aye)
(Aye aye aye aye)
Yeah
(Aye aye aye)
Yeah
(Aye aye aye aye)

WITS R.I.P
Aye
Yeah

[Hook]
It’s WITS
I don’t see no ceiling when I’m climbing

The switch
Right beside me if they acting phony

The fence
Tryna block us so we have to jump it

The five
Tryna follow us, we have to run it

Sticks
I had to cop ’em and I had to run ’em

My dawg
Finna shoot, nigga he right behind me

My dawg
Finna shoot, homie he right behind me

You try and slime me dawg, I promise you
You ain’t gon’ get that far

[Verse 1]
You try and slime me dawg
I promise you, you ain’t gon’ get that off

She pick me, we get faded, we get high as fuck, and she drop me off

Speak to God, heal yourself, and then you can get what you want — sign me up

Y’all niggas is never on my head and y’all barbers could never line me up

You niggas is never on my mind and your barbers could never line me up

It don’t surprise me — motherfuckers so unoriginal

Don’t be surprised if they find one sound pocket and they run with it
Give ’em six months to a year at it, I bet that they done with it

The plot thickens — you tryna jeopardize what we got
I’m sick of these whacks, I’m sick of these scam niggas tryna sabotage on the block

I’m sick of these fakes
I’m sick of these bum niggas

Don’t be surprised if they find one sound pocket and they run with it
Give ’em six months to a year at it, I bet that they done with it
(Bet they done with it)

You tryna sic your dogs on niggas? Bet you run to ’em

Yes, I smoke weed — I’m getting high —
But it ain’t part of my formula

They think they runnin’ shit —
Until you put a gun to ’em

[Bridge]
You know my light put you in a trance
You know my light put you in a trance

You know I shouldn’t have gave you a chance
How could I forgive and not let you in?

You call up your mans
You call him, you call him — you need an advance

You call up your mans
You call him, you call him — you need an advance

[Verse 2]
You fall off the fence, you fuckin’ it up
Huntin’, you dumpin’ — it crackin’ you up

Fall off the hill like Jack and Jill
Batman chillin’ in Gotham still

Fuck they thought and fuck they feel —
The joke’s on me because I’m too real

Lookin’ for love, give up on hope —
Nigga, that might just get me killed

[Hook – Repeat]
It’s WITS
I don’t see no ceiling when I’m climbing

The switch
Right beside me if they acting phony

The fence
Tryna block us so we have to jump it

The five
Tryna follow us, we have to run it

Sticks
I had to cop ’em and I had to run ’em

My dawg
Finna shoot, nigga he right behind me

My dawg
Finna shoot, homie he right behind me

You try and slime me dawg, I promise you
You ain’t gon’ get that far

[Outro – SFX]
(Police sirens wailing)