In the Field Lyrics

Bitch, I got it out the gutter

Bitch, I got it out the gutter

No time for you broke-ass motherfuckers

Might just pull up, steal your lover

Make the block hot, so it's "fuck an undercover"

Bitch, I got it out the gutter

Not fuckin' with you bummy motherfuckers

They're talkin' down on my name, I can feel it

Movin' weight, while I'm swerving through traffic

These other artists cappin', but I really live it

With the gang, spin your block, we'll get active

And she's sad, cause she won't find another

Geeked up, on the drugs still stuntin'

She wanna Facetime, but I'm gettin' money

Smoke exotic everyday so I can function

Motherfuckers tryna size me up, and test my g

I'll call gang, bitch, we're finna catch you slipping

Test my g, when you step to me, and that's fine

I'm fine

Go ahead and live your own life

Bitch, I'm really in the field

Give a fuck on how you feel

Bitch, I'm in the field

Could give a fuck on how you feel

I could've got killed

Bitch, I'm really in the field

Give a fuck 'bout how you feel