In the Field

[Intro: Warhol.ss]
When I'm in the field, uh, ayy, yeah
Yeah, I'm in the field, uh, nah, ayy
You ain't in the field, uh, ayy, ayy
What? Yeah, uh
When I'm in the field, uh
(12 Hunna on the beat)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Warhol in the field)
When I'm in the field, uh (Nah)
He ain't in the field, uh
He ain't in the field, uh (Bitch)
Yeah, I'm in the field, uh
Yeah, I'm in the field, uh
(DJ Flippp, make-make the money flip)
Yeah, uh

[Chorus: Warhol.ss]
When I'm in the field, gotta watch my back
Love gon' get you killed, hate gon' get you wacked
When I'm in the field, gotta keep that Gat
Gotta keep that pack, ball out like I'm Shaq
When I'm in the field, Ima make a play
Ima roll a eighth, take that to the face
When I'm in the field, I got cookie taste
All he got is shake, get that out my way

[Verse 1: Warhol.ss]
I ain't got no patience, Like that pressure when I'm in the field
Focused on this money cause these bitches they gon' get you killed
Bag it up, bitch I bag it up, Do this shit forreal
Understand, I only do the Xan, when Ion wan' feel
People in my ear like boy you next, but I see it true
Work my life away until I'm walking, living, breathing proof
Count these blues, so I'm countin' till my coupe ain't got no roof
Be up out my business, niggas always try me in a loop
Ridin' 'round, east side, terror town, just might blow you down
Taliban wit' me, duck or get hit wit' like fifty rounds
Peeped she ride with me, money talk, move like fifty pounds
Tag gon' watch my back, that's my brother, we like blood hounds

[Chorus: Warhol.ss]
When I'm in the field, gotta watch my back
Love gon' get you killed, hate gon' get you wacked
When I'm in the field, gotta keep that Gat
Gotta keep that pack, ball out like I'm Shaq
When I'm in the field, Ima make a play
Ima roll a eighth, take that to the face
When I'm in the field, I got cookie taste
All he got is shake, get that out my way

[Verse 2: UnoTheActivist]
Ooh, ridin' through the land, with my man, takin' over the land
This bitch, off a half a Per', off a half a Xan'
Big dick, up, up in the back, she can't even stand
I can't stand up off the lean, I'm fallin' down like quicksand
Quick hands, beat a nigga ass for that tough Tony
Niggas say he know me, he don't know me, he want get to know me
Talk just like me and he walk just like me, think he wanna clone me
This bitch suck me up so hard that I get to moaning
And she like it, ooh, and she gay, yeah, I think she dykin'
Nigga tryna run up on me, well, that's his third strike, ooh
Chopper gon' bite him out no more like Christmas light, ooh
Is your decision right before you come and risk your life? Ooh

[Chorus: Warhol.ss]
When I'm in the field, gotta watch my back
Love gon' get you killed, hate gon' get you wacked
When I'm in the field, gotta keep that Gat
Gotta keep that pack, ball out like I'm Shaq
When I'm in the field, Ima make a play
Ima roll a eighth, take that to the face
When I'm in the field, I got cookie taste
All he got is shake, get that out my way