In My Field Lyrics by Hotboii & BIG30
I came from shit, I flooded my wrist
I’m chasing these M’s, no I ain’t lying
Fuck it I’m rich, it is what it is
Don’t want to make friends, so stay out of my way though
I’m laying this on the table
Don’t make it be hard to exist
Being yoya like a guard in a year, is easy
When you got anonymous tips
Yeah, I got the ball to my field
Spin on the block, be like gloves with a goddamn mask on
If I’m staying honest to him
I know you heard really the opps that wasn’t gonna last long
But n**** I’m still gon’ be him
I swear there nobody that I fear
Walk in the club all the hoes gon’ stare
Who is that boy with the froze up ear
We them young n***** been balling, your partner was switching plugs all of these Glocks got Extensions
House remain gangster I don’t got no problems with Benjamins I got these hoes showing titties
I done made millions on rap, but still murder for hire
I can get paid just for killing on missions
He done took one to the eye, man the hell he ain’t die?
But the members just fucked up his vision
Me and my n***** gon’ spin till we dizzy
Pull up with that fye then we burn down ya block
.223 firing in this bitch with precision
Big 30 so violent, he a shooting star
Ran the boy down and flipped over his car
Too much hurt, turn the lil boy to Za
Hit ‘em with a AR-15, took one to the spleen, that’s courtesy of the AR
New gang n****, put a n**** on FOX
He ain’t get to see the doc, send him straight to the morgue
If these n***** capping about trapping, talking about they a plug to a n****, come cut they chord
.7462 came with a steak knife, a thick bitch this hoe look like a sword
And all my choppas at the hoe house, but all my switches at the store
I came from shit, I flooded my wrist
I’m chasing these M’s, no I ain’t lying
Fuck it I’m rich, it is what it is
Don’t want to make friends, so stay out of my way though
I’m laying this on the table
Don’t make it be hard to exist
Being yoya like a guard in a year, is easy
When you got anonymous tips
Yeah, I got the ball to my field
Spin on the block, be like gloves with a goddamn mask on
If I’m staying honest to him
I know you heard really the opps that wasn’t gonna last long
But n**** I’m still gon’ be him
I swear there nobody that I fear
Walk in the club all the hoes gon’ stare
Who is that boy with the froze up ear
I think bout you laying and I pop me a pill
I got two bitches that want to fuck me together
That money comes right now I swear imma dip
Money over hoes I ain’t never met a bitch that excite me
Money be giving me thrills
Thots be giving me ills
Diamonds be giving me chills
Opps be giving me kills
Fisherman gotta have poles in reach
Jigga man, gotta come through on the beat
I’m safety on the field you ain’t scoring on me
Shutdown, gotta control the streets
You know I love smoke, one day I’ll OD
But how 12 know to patrol on the beach
And how the judge know she wasn’t there OD
Take it all to trial and I’m gonna beat it
I came from shit, I flooded my wrist
I’m chasing these M’s, no I ain’t lying
Fuck it I’m rich, it is what it is
Don’t want to make friends, so stay out of my way though
I’m laying this on the table
Don’t make it be hard to exist
Being yoya like a guard in a year, is easy
When you got anonymous tips
Yeah, I got the ball to my field
Spin on the block, be like gloves with a goddamn mask on
If I’m staying honest to him
I know you heard really the opps that wasn’t gonna last long
But n**** I’m still gon’ be him
I swear there nobody that I fear
Walk in the club all the hoes gon’ stare
Who is that boy with the froze up ear