In the Field

Lyrics

[Intro] (MIA JAY C) [Verse 1: BandGang Javar] Should buy a soup kitchen, I made sure my niggas ate (BandMan) You ain't got no chicken, that's a lil' vibration plate (Lame) I got old cheese, my old refrigerator stink Hundred-dollar eighths and sugarcoats, this ain't no fuckin' Bape Poodie up eight hundred, spent a hundred on three lawyers If he don't beat his case, he doin' thirty and a quarter My lawyer told me I should fall back, I ignored her We just made more paper than a book club at borders (BandGang) I don't give a fuck about rap Add twenty to the stash when this rental get back I'd charge you five thousand just to featurе on a track You'd make more goin' half with me on thе pack I make more at home, can't do a show unless they got ten Ladies free before ten, that's probably how these pussies got in You know my clumsy ass ain't leave with shit I brought in So even then, I still don't be makin' what I put in [Verse 2: The Godfather] Young nigga made it off the block drug dealin' (Yeah) I get anything I want off a call, plug send it Hit his jaw with the Glock, send his ass to the dentist Pull up, drop a hundred on him, give him somethin' to remember Say that snow finna fall, but my run never stop Gotta jam that bitch once to make the credit card pop (You gotta jam the card) When it hit the brick twice to scrape the extras out the pot Was my third time this month, I shot a nigga with this chop What you know about them long nights drivin' on the road? (Yeah) You gotta take the back route so you ain't gotta pay the toll They gave my nigga all that time, he don't know when he comin' home I seen my dog turned rat, that's why I do this shit alone [Verse 3: BandGang Biggs] I'm a big bag copper, Saks Fifth shopper (Yop) Punchin' up these numbers 'cause them bands back poppin' (Come on, now) No sock rockin', big Balencis feel like stockings Your bitch steady slobbin' 'cause these white buffs shinin' I should go to VLIFE and leave my pockets in that bitch Know I snuck that Glock in here 'cause all my opps be in that bitch I'm leanin' off a four, that's why I'm movin' kind of slow Did half a million on the road You steady beefin' over hoes (Lame), stay on your toes [Verse 4: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Done snatchin' chains, we takin' niggas' souls They think I'm fuckin' all the strippers how I get in with my pole Tryna get in to sell that pussy, this ho tryna get some phones If you love me, baby, set an opp up for me, then we on, nigga Nowadays, we gettin' rich off 'bows (Gettin' rich off 'bows) But if she got her rails, I still send her to Rolls Good sparkin', windows bustin', look at your mans, he probably gone Bright ones took your ass with him, this all happened 'cause you froze, nigga We the youngins, richest killin'-ass niggas in the city I'm finger rollin' just like Magic, they thought I had a switchy She know my niggas shot her brother, but she don't say it to me They call us opps, but she's still tryna give that head to me (Tryna give that head to me)