Battlefield ft. Moneyyshawn Lyrics

Battlefield battlefield battlefield this shit feel like the battlefield

Blicky on me like the man of steel

I'm geeked up I'm loaded on pills

It don't feel real

Bitch I'm bout my kills

Up that stick got skill

Nigga thought this shit was sweet shit this shit get real

Never signed up for no Army bitch I'm havin seals

Turn the crowd into a mosh pit

Momma always praying for the kid cause I be popping shit

Fuck around and jump inside the crowd like I'm not rich

We getting active

My niggas crashing

Yea we sticked up

Yo niggas lacking

Nigga move wrong

Then we gone whack em

That nigga lame

We got to tax em yea

That nigga not in my bracket

We turn the oppers to ashes

Smoking on kush by the ton like Ashton

These niggas lame

We is not the same

They is not my gang

Nah they can't hang

Straight up out the chaingang let my nuts hang

Perkys got me numb like I took some Novocaine

Mixing drugs that shit got me feeling different

I don't know if it's the money or the murder but I'm itchin

Last nigga tried we stepped on em that's no kizzy

Trying to buss a pint from Detroit like Tee Grizzly

Said she from the south she must know my twin Wicked

I ain't never switching but them glizzys come with switches

Spin spin spin on them niggas til you dizzy

Spin spin spin on them niggas boy ya trippin

Battlefield battlefield battlefield this shit feel like the battlefield

Blicky on me like the man of steel

I'm geeked up I'm loaded on pills

It don't feel real

Bitch I'm bout my kills

Up that stick got skill

Nigga thought this shit was sweet shit this shit get real

Never signed up for no Army bitch I'm having seals

Turn the crowd into a mosh pit

Momma always praying for the kid cause I be popping shit

Fuck around and jump inside the crowd like I'm not rich

I'm in the field you kno I lace my cleats up (Uh)

Trained to kill them boys they keep them heaters (Uh)

Trying yo block my shine like you can't see us (Uh)

I got so many sons that I can't keep up

I got a lil baby I got a lil boo

I think that she crazy she do what I do

This life I created don't know about you

I finally made it I'm making these moves

Sticks up better not approach (Huh)

We stepping on shit like a roach (Huh)

Marching band feel like the coach (Huh)

I got that fye in my tote (Huh)

And I got 1 on my hip (Huh)I'm on a tab on a trip (Huh)

Extraterrestrial I got a bitch and she extra bisexual

I'm having extras and extra of revenue if I said it nigga I'm telling you

If I'm gone I'm way ahead of you

Put yourself on that's something you gotta do