Tha Field

He a dummy ride around with his top down Noodle pack on the dash boy you know you cant come around ahhhh He a dummy tho Peel his cap back, Apache, make his brain show 211 bitch you should know how the game go You the type of bitch hands up let ya chain go Apply pressure they gonna crack when the flames show Bitch all on my dick, I let her fuck if the checks shows Took a L, bounced back about a hunnit fold Boy you took a L got you wondering where your patna gone In a ditch and the body start to decompose When its hammer time we gonna show you how to stay composed Boy I got the plan time to make it unfold The light show around my neck make that room turn cold Bullet smoke still comin from the hollows Why I got your bitch on her knees tryna swallow Ruthless, tell Chicago that I'm back on my Bulls shit Facefuck a bitch down till she toothless Guess they mad that we gettin all these blue strips Tell em Lace that bitch up if the shoe fit Smile let em hate when the jewels hit Boy I leave your bitch sick like its Lupus But she still gonna blow me like mucous Now thats ludacris eughhhh Snakes in your circle like Judas Pull that strap out watch it bounce when the duece duece hit Double backed on the lick it took two trips Let an extra 16 off just to hear the acoustics All aboard, guess im captain of the cruiseship Since erybody wanna ride the waves of my music Knock his ass off his high horse like hubris Your bitch all up me like gluesticks eughhhh Pour a drink for the kid, we dont blink in this bitch Feelin royal, crown me, im the king of the hill Nah the king of this shit, they gonna bleed in this bitch They gonna see hollowtips when we movin thru the field ahhh Pour a drink for the kid, we dont blink in this bitch Feelin royal, crown me, im the king of the hill Nah the king of this shit, they gonna bleed in this bitch They gonna FEEL hollowtips when we movin thru the field ahhh