Shakewell - Take The Field lyrics

MTM, hit 'em with the heat

Woken up to a pint of Tuss
Bitch I'm born to bust
Dangerous, all my clicky shifty
And sheisty as fuck (Sheisty, fuck)
Who want up, who want next? (Pop-pop, pop)
Got one hundred on my neck, jewels
I break rules and cash checks
Slap dicks inside my new TECs (Pop out, sip)
Let's air it out
Got a lot of enemies don't talk about
Don't give 'em clout (Okay I do)
I buy 'em one way tickets up to heaven clouds
(I really does)
I'm really 'bout Sex Pistols, violence
Woke up on an island (Sex, violence)
Found out it was Johnny Depp's
I'll get sued if I talk 'bout it
Who wanna go toе-to-toe with
A fee-fi-fo-fum? Gon' (I know they don't)
Slap a fifty-round inside my nеw gun
It's for fun (Inside my new gun)
Got a 45 up in my new ride, it's do or die
(Up in my new ride)
If he play 'bout mine then it's a homicide
(Pop out, sip)

Really hugging blocks
Really toting Glocks on ten toes
Really off the shit's, really
Bobo off them Benzos (Okay)
Mama say that she be worried 'cause
The way I'm acting mental
Spent a hundred bands on Laughing Gas
Then why I'm still depressed for?
(Big Juice tha Sip) really hugging blocks
Really toting Glocks on ten toes
Really off the shit's, really
Bobo off them Benzos (Okay)
Mama say that she be worried 'cause
The way I'm acting mental
Spent a hundred bands on Laughing Gas
Then why I'm still depressed for?
(Big Juice tha Sip)

Always thumpin'
We can get to bustin' when I pull it on 'em
(Get to bustin') need the substance
I'm a known druggie in my town and country
(Town and country) need the money, when it
Comes to hundreds, bitch, i'm always hungry
(Always hungry) feeling funny
Finna fuck the game up 'til my time is coming
(Time is coming)
Pressure from this metal make
His heart sweat, he a foolie (He a foolie)
Should've never beefed it with the
Shaker 'cause I'm a bully (Ayy I'm a bully)
Bitch, I got hands, got gang
Got Glocks and toolies (Glocks and toolies)
We could get active, get ghost
Demons talkin' to me (They talkin' to 'em)
Chopper shoppin' turned to choppers
Droppin' bodies all around
When this fully-auto hip fire
Better hit the ground (Hit the ground)
Hear the sound
When I close my eyes it's all I'm hearin' now
(Oh, no, no)
Women, child screamin', but they daddy opp
I gunned 'em down (Pop out, sip)

Really hugging blocks
Really toting Glocks on ten toes
Really off the shit's, really
Bobo off them Benzos (Okay)
Mama say that she be worried 'cause
The way I'm acting mental
Spent a hundred bands on Laughing Gas
Then why I'm still depressed for?
(Big Juice tha Sip) really hugging blocks
Really toting Glocks on ten toes
Really off the shit's, really
Bobo off them Benzos (Okay)
Mama say that she be worried 'cause
The way I'm acting mental
Spent a hundred bands on Laughing Gas
Then why I'm still depressed for?
(Big Juice tha Sip)