FairField St ft. 2EXOTICC Lyrics

That ain't fuckin' with us

Give me the grams, lil' nigga

I'ma stretch it, stretch it

Two years ago, we was trapping out of Lexus

Thank God for these phones, heads callin', I'ma catch em

Just cooked a new batch, I'm givin' out testers

Did this shit on my own, I'm keepin' all the extras

If a nigga reach for my chain won't get his hand out

My whole gang eating your whole gang got they hand out

If a nigga come to my crib, he gettin' fapped down

If a nigga go to your crib, you in the background

It's gon' get like that for my gang, ill crash out

Trippin' in the Jeep, doin' donuts, throwin' bands out

Heard I'm dyin' from the drugs, got my mind racin' down

Yeah, I'm dyin' from the drugs, that I'm still taking

Pulling up quick, nigga, I don't leave my heads waitin

If a nigga play it like a wall, you gettin' painted

Thought the head died, got some ice told him he fainted

You want a casket or a urn bro, I can hand them bitches out

My choppa usher, let it burn this bitch, a fap a nigga down

I told LILBLU to get the scale, we got a package up a pound

This Glock a push his ass to hell, can't get to heaven in the ground

Tryna catch 60, add 40, leave em with a 100 holes

Boy, I been trappin' every day, probably done touched a hundred bos

See them niggas up the block, thats RFN upping the score

Fuck the dissing bend the block, you pussy niggas got the lo

Crackin' heads and bagging bos boy, I put pressure through the city

Team Deathmatch, let's shoot it out and see who win it, nigga

Boy, I'm trigger happy, get too close, I just might kill a nigga

I don't need a poppin' pill, cause I got balls unlike you pussy niggas

Tell me what you want and I, and I will give it to you

(I was lying nigga!)

Sike bitch, I ain't givin' out a dime

Do all that cappin' in them songs, bitch you ain't never spent the 9

Bitch, if they put me in that room, I'm gon' be yellin' free the guys

I beat his ass up in that field, I damn near knocked him out his slides

The way this switchy kicked him out the game I think it gotta glitch

I made him walk the hall of fame we knocked the stars up out his kit

He thought he heard around of applause the chop a clap a nigga whip

Niggas churches chicken tender, cause I fucked his bitch again

Pop a nigga, now he levitated, his body down to earth

Fuck a bitch and then she gettin' blocked, I don't remember her

This Glock a shock a , nigga, Pikachu, the way this trigger burst

End a nigga life like periods, but he got sentenced first

She believe me

Sike bitch, you ain't get shit from me,

Work a nigga phone, for no pay, you a flunky

Pop a X, just to get you gone, he a dummy

Bsb heard y'all living in a attic

He want smoke like the tv broke we clearing up the static

Tryna catch 60 drop 50 leave him dead nigga

Whole city know we tryna catch a head nigga

16528 Fairfield st

Don't make spin that block with that chop and spray the whole thing

(SHIT!)