Fields Lyrics

So much cash it can't fit in my pocket

I'm finna take off, rip rocket

This money keep coming, these niggas can't stop it, damn

See my name it be trending on Twitter, these niggas my sons, they wanna see what I'm rocking

Played your tape and that shit was garbage, why you telling the world that your mixtape was popping

Niggas know that the breeshy don't miss

Put it on while I'm sipping on tres

Got a bitch and her ass so fat, when she in that dress it's like a solar eclipse

I go to crypto, State Farm Arena, watching the Lakers, niggas know where I sit

I play chess not checkers, my life is like madden you niggas better watch for the blitz

Yo breeshy I knew you way back

I don't give a fuck, these bitches be Nats

In the club she be shaking that ass, had to press rewind, tell her run that shit back

Niggas amateurs smoking on thrax

Where the traps at, these niggas be rats

I'm fields wit a baseball bat better watch for the base cause these niggas be cap

Shiethy up cause these niggas gonna drill some

You ain't blood cause these niggas ain't spill none

I ain't Kaepernick I'm neva gonna knee none

Rap in braille so these niggas can feel some

He a virgin, he neva gonna kill some

Only thing he gonna kill some pussy

Caught a charge and these niggas can't book me

Hang wit killers so nigga don't push me

Tell the feds, them niggas come find me, I fly out the country, I ain't talking no diddy

Rock these cartiers, I'm rocking wit uzi's, might Rock out body, man shout out to Philly

I'm a goat like my nickname was Billy

Want a feature it cost about a fifty

Say my name and these niggas die quickly, these niggas ain't like me, niggas see it so clearly

These niggas ain't like me nigga

These niggas ain't like me nigga

Take the Cartiers off these niggas be bluffing

Niggas bold, these hoes they be cuffing

Heard about you and you softer than muffins

All it takes is a push of button

Yo breeshy, why you walk like this, why you act like that, why you talk like that

I don't respect no niggas, I pull up on opps grave and piss on where they lay at

Where the blunt at I'm ready to spark 'em

Want the methods these niggas to far gone

Two for one man that shit like a coupon

Speak on me ain't no bygones by bygones

I'm in Atlanta speed racing the cops, got some shit on the window might fuck up the coupe

She see the chains on, rocking margiela man half of these hoes wanna fuck me in groups

She call me a dog like my nickname was snoop

Hit these hoes, kick 'em out like a loop

Heard he was having a drought tryna beef wit the breesh, it's not late for y'all nigga to say truce

Send some shots at his head call it FaceTime

You like to play on your time don't you waste mine

You not official my nigga you a damn lie

Where your mans at I think he up in the sky

Hold the Glock in the air he a runner, my choppa too hot same degree as the summer

I'm having too much of this money to be beefing wit niggas who fronting like they gonna take it

Put it in take it out make her taste it

He be dick ridin you think he gonna make it

His life lie you be knowing he be faking

In the fields you be knowing raking

In a rari I'm always speed racing

All I know he a hoe, he a bitch

Where the mop at I iced out my wrist, had to wipe up the shoes cause there stones on my ricks

Glock make 'em cheese like we taking a photo, You beefing wit me cause you can't keep your hoe bro

In the streets man you know that's a no no, We Fishing 'em cause I know he gonna call folks

I need some clarity nigga, these hoes on my dick cause a nigga bag be bigger

I made a plan to be richer, these niggas ain't like that so nigga just stay out the fields