Warhol.SS - In the Field lyrics

When I'm in the field, uh, ayy, yeah
Yeah, I'm in the field, uh, nah, ayy
You ain't in the field, uh, ayy, ayy
What? Yeah, uh when I'm in the field, uh
(12 Hunna on the beat)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Warhol in the field)
When I'm in the field, uh (Nah)
He ain't in the field, uh
He ain't in the field, uh (Bitch)
Yeah, I'm in the field, uh
Yeah, I'm in the field, uh
(DJ Flippp, make make the money flip)
Yeah, uh

When I'm in the field, gotta watch my back
Love gon' get you killed
Hate gon' get you wacked
When I'm in the field, gotta keep that Gat
Gotta keep that pack, ball out like I'm Shaq
When I'm in the field, Ima make a play
Ima roll a eighth, take that to the face
When I'm in the field, I got cookie taste
All he got is shake, get that out my way

I ain't got no patience
Like that pressure when I'm in the field
Focused on this money cause these bitches
They gon' get you killed
Bag it up, bitch I bag it up
Do this shit forreal
Understand, I only do the Xan
When Ion wan' feel
People in my ear like boy you next
But I see it true
Work my life away until I'm walking, living
Breathing proof count these blues
So I'm countin' till my coupe
Ain't got no roof be up out my business
Niggas always try me in a loop
Ridin' 'round, east side, terror town
Just might blow you down taliban wit' me
Duck or get hit wit' like fifty rounds
Peeped she ride with me, money talk
Move like fifty pounds
Tag gon' watch my back, that's my brother
We like blood hounds

When I'm in the field, gotta watch my back
Love gon' get you killed
Hate gon' get you wacked
When I'm in the field, gotta keep that Gat
Gotta keep that pack, ball out like I'm Shaq
When I'm in the field, Ima make a play
Ima roll a eighth, take that to the face
When I'm in the field, I got cookie taste
All he got is shake, get that out my way

Ooh, ridin' through the land, with my man
Takin' over the land
This bitch, off a half a Per'
Off a half a Xan'
Big dick, up, up in the back
She can't even stand
I can't stand up off the lean
I'm fallin' down like quicksand
Quick hands
Beat a nigga ass for that tough Tony
Niggas say he know me, he don't know me
He want get to know me
Talk just like me and he walk just like me
Think he wanna clone me
This bitch suck me up so hard
That I get to moaning
And she like it, ooh, and she gay, yeah
I think she dykin'
Nigga tryna run up on me
Well, that's his third strike, ooh
Chopper gon' bite him out no
More like Christmas light, ooh
Is your decision right before you come
And risk your life? Ooh

When I'm in the field, gotta watch my back
Love gon' get you killed
Hate gon' get you wacked
When I'm in the field, gotta keep that Gat
Gotta keep that pack, ball out like I'm Shaq
When I'm in the field, Ima make a play
Ima roll a eighth, take that to the face
When I'm in the field, I got cookie taste
All he got is shake, get that out my way