
BATTLEFIELD Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Hol' up, ha, woah, ha
Hol' up, ha, woah, ha
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, woah
Haha, we gon' fuck this shit up
Listen
Wait, that's your girl
Nah, let me turn her to your bestie
If she do not want to give me top
Then I say okay, next please, ha
If he want to talk, better grab that mop
Cause this shit 'boutta get messy
Don't test me, boy, trust
I really don't give no fucks
None at all
That boy a snake
Heard him rattle, tattle
He a tattletale
I ain't puttin' up wit' it
Boy, get 'outta here
I am not scared of shit
I ran out of fear
I don't ever miss, boy
This ain't battlefield, nah
This ain't no battlefield
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Haha, yuh
I bet y'all
Were not expecting me to go this hard
I am not just dropping hits
Man, I'm knockin' this shit
Out of the park, ha
Locals are pissed
They know they livin' amidst a star
Don't got an ounce of doubt in my heart
So don't even start
Right now, they listenin'
Knowin' I'm spittin' it flawlessly
Say what you want, 'cause
That shit is not stoppin' me
I see how y'all look at me out in public
You look at me like
I'm some pathetic wannabe
They know I got unlimited potential
Turnin' to a beast when
I pick up the pencil
When it come to doubt
I got a feeling this'll
Make it all fizzle out
Wait, that's your girl
Nah, let me turn her to your bestie
If she do not want to give me top
Then I say okay, next please, ha
If he want to talk, better grab that mop
Cause this shit 'boutta get messy
Don't test me, boy, trust
I really don't give no fucks
None at all
That boy a snake
Heard him rattle, tattle
He a tattletale
I ain't puttin' up wit' it
Boy, get 'outta here
I am not scared of shit
I ran out of fear
I don't ever miss, boy
This ain't battlefield, nah
This ain't no battlefield
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Always land on my feet like a feline
I don't need time, I need more money
They all been' laughin' at me
But I don't know what be so funny
They know that I treat these beats
Like a big white bunny
Hoppin' on 'em, and
I'm goin' dummy
Wipin' out anything standin' in front of me
I'm the man of the year
Man of the century
Don't want your girl, but
I know that she's into me
On Instagram, she be
Clearin' her history, makin' sure
He don't see (her boyfriend) that
She's been stalkin' me on everything
It's okay, pretty girl
I understand
That's a good girl, I know
She gon' be a fan
When I blow up, and things
Really hit the fan
Oo, got 'em feelin' blue
Da ba dee, da ba di
Eiffel sixty-five, yeah, that's you
I don't need blessed when
I (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) ah-choo
Got a sweet flow
Sweeter than Hi-Chew
Got her obsessed with me
Think I'm all right now, phew
Might run through
Her whole crew
Yeah, that's what I think
I might do
Wait, that's your girl
Nah, let me turn her to your bestie
If she do not want to give me top
Then I say okay, next please
If he want to talk, better grab that mop
Cause this shit 'boutta get messy
Don't test me boy, trust
I really don't give no fucks