Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Uh Uh, Uh Uh, uh, uh [Verse] Deep in the field, tryna steal me a bank I got your RV get turnt into a hat Gave her my heart she say that she lackin' Next thing you know I got a knife in my back Stab me in my back Young Niggas just wanna post in the trap Ball like the eagles ii want me a sack Walk into your spot ass down just put the racks in the bag Sweep the whole house who the fuck in the back? Made the wrong move and that stick hit his ass Percky, pills i don't want no xans Geeked off trippin' I'm high of meds I ain't trippin' I know I made my bed Come in too imma lay in that shit I ain't trippin' you know that's wrong what you did Play shit shiesty it's slimy as it gets We're gonna have a baby, you know that's a slimy jit Boots laced up I ain't goin' for shit ARPs, Glocks and switches I was outsidе playin' with guns nigga, I never washed no dishеs 556 and 223s got scope ain't gon be too much missin' I just bust up on that ho, huh I know that bitch miss me Told that bitch eat the dick, hell nah we ain't doin' no kissin' The shooter hopped out catch his man, hell nah he don't need no picture Niggas switchin' up so every Glock came with a damn switcher Load away the chopper sing the bitch sound like Bryson Tiller Put the drac' upon his ass he dancin' like he in the triller All my opps dead Michael Jackson in the damn thriller Hundred round drum nigga play we gon' send a missle Come get your missus