Slump6s - Field Trip lyrics
[Slump6s - Field Trip lyrics]
(Fifteenhunnid, hehe) hm, hm
Slatt, yeah, yeah hm, hm, rrr
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I've been runnin' it up in a pandemic
Tell your ho to shut up, put a can in it
I'ma ball out my duffel, no hand in it
Got a Glock-25, got no jam in it
Nigga uppin' his pole, and he jam with it
So in love with my money, I dance with it
Tryna take my ho, you got no chance with it
She gon' suck my soul
Takin' my pants with it
If you tryna say I am the
Best or at least top three
Then you gotta be it
I heard he talkin' on 1500
Then we put a Glock 45 to his head
We turn that boy to a mo'fuckin'
Sandwich, he thought it was up
Tryna play with my bread
That boy allergic to all of the bullets
So when my guy hit him he usin' a pen
Beamin' his head, so he puttin' his hands up
Wе got a fuck nigga runnin'
He want a feature
I need six bands if you want
Mе to keep it a hunnid
Black and white diamonds, they look like
A panda, racks on me, keep thumbin'
These niggas mad 'cause I'm gettin' my
Bands up, racks on me, keep drummin'
(yeah, ha)
Walk in the club and that ho all on
Me, I tell her to back, back, back
That nigga talkin' so I took a trip to
His field, now I'm feelin' like Zack, Zack
Zack morgan Freeman all in my cup, bitch
(Go) , I'm sippin' on Act', Act', Act'
I got the BCD all in my wallet
That's why my pockets so fat, fat, fat
Try to run up, then a bitch nigga wylin'
Know I ain't talkin' 'bout bro with a missile
I got a new Spanish ho from the island
She finna blow on my dick like a whistle
I can't get mad at a nigga for tryin'
Even though he know I get too official
We turn that boy to a brand new loose
Paper if a fuck nigga wantin' an issue
I got one more in the chamber, lettin' it go
Don't make a movement i got five hoes in the
Crib, throwin' it back, makin' a movement
It's a zero percent chance that he run
Up, if he tryna run up, he stupid
I got zero time for the games
I'm tryna ball in the back like I'm hoopin'
(The fuck?)
Slatt, yeah, yeah hm, hm, rrr
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I've been runnin' it up in a pandemic
Tell your ho to shut up, put a can in it
I'ma ball out my duffel, no hand in it
Got a Glock-25, got no jam in it
Nigga uppin' his pole, and he jam with it
So in love with my money, I dance with it
Tryna take my ho, you got no chance with it
She gon' suck my soul
Takin' my pants with it
If you tryna say I am the
Best or at least top three
Then you gotta be it
I heard he talkin' on 1500
Then we put a Glock 45 to his head
We turn that boy to a mo'fuckin'
Sandwich, he thought it was up
Tryna play with my bread
That boy allergic to all of the bullets
So when my guy hit him he usin' a pen
Beamin' his head, so he puttin' his hands up
Wе got a fuck nigga runnin'
He want a feature
I need six bands if you want
Mе to keep it a hunnid
Black and white diamonds, they look like
A panda, racks on me, keep thumbin'
These niggas mad 'cause I'm gettin' my
Bands up, racks on me, keep drummin'
(yeah, ha)
Walk in the club and that ho all on
Me, I tell her to back, back, back
That nigga talkin' so I took a trip to
His field, now I'm feelin' like Zack, Zack
Zack morgan Freeman all in my cup, bitch
(Go) , I'm sippin' on Act', Act', Act'
I got the BCD all in my wallet
That's why my pockets so fat, fat, fat
Try to run up, then a bitch nigga wylin'
Know I ain't talkin' 'bout bro with a missile
I got a new Spanish ho from the island
She finna blow on my dick like a whistle
I can't get mad at a nigga for tryin'
Even though he know I get too official
We turn that boy to a brand new loose
Paper if a fuck nigga wantin' an issue
I got one more in the chamber, lettin' it go
Don't make a movement i got five hoes in the
Crib, throwin' it back, makin' a movement
It's a zero percent chance that he run
Up, if he tryna run up, he stupid
I got zero time for the games
I'm tryna ball in the back like I'm hoopin'
(The fuck?)