Field
Poppin' cat her only skill
I'm a referee I'm in the field
Hell yeah I fuck with that hoe
(Lord J)
Talkin' on the phone, yo bitch gives me dome (Aye)
At my people's home toting on my chrome (Aye)
Im always alone, fear of being grown (Aye-ye)
Trust all the way gone, turned my heart to stone (Aye)
I don't fuck with these niggas and they Wonder why
Nigga you so broke it almost made me cry
He say he a shooter but I know that's a lie
Pussy nigga up'd it but he shot at the sky
Violate you'll be killed
You is broke be for real
Poppin' cat her only skill
I'm a referee I'm in the field
Niggas gossip bout me man that's so fucking gay
Yo bitch gives me head like every other day
Headed to the money nigga get up out my way
My bitch trigger happy and she's down to let it spray
She say she's a saint but gettin' that coochi was a breeze (Drew)
Shit up in my pocket green, sneeze, peas, trees
She say she can't ride no Cadi if it ain't on no D's
I say she can't ride this "D" if she don't get on her knees
Talkin' on the phone, yo bitch gives me dome (Aye)
At my people's home toting on my chrome (Aye)
Im always alone, fear of being grown (Aye-ye)
Trust all the way gone, turned my heart to stone (Aye)
I don't fuck with these niggas and they Wonder why
Nigga you so broke it almost made me cry
He say he a shooter but I know that's a lie
Pussy nigga up'd it but he shot at the sky
You'll be killed
Be for real
Her only skill
I'm in the field
I'm a referee I'm in the field
Hell yeah I fuck with that hoe
(Lord J)
Talkin' on the phone, yo bitch gives me dome (Aye)
At my people's home toting on my chrome (Aye)
Im always alone, fear of being grown (Aye-ye)
Trust all the way gone, turned my heart to stone (Aye)
I don't fuck with these niggas and they Wonder why
Nigga you so broke it almost made me cry
He say he a shooter but I know that's a lie
Pussy nigga up'd it but he shot at the sky
Violate you'll be killed
You is broke be for real
Poppin' cat her only skill
I'm a referee I'm in the field
Niggas gossip bout me man that's so fucking gay
Yo bitch gives me head like every other day
Headed to the money nigga get up out my way
My bitch trigger happy and she's down to let it spray
She say she's a saint but gettin' that coochi was a breeze (Drew)
Shit up in my pocket green, sneeze, peas, trees
She say she can't ride no Cadi if it ain't on no D's
I say she can't ride this "D" if she don't get on her knees
Talkin' on the phone, yo bitch gives me dome (Aye)
At my people's home toting on my chrome (Aye)
Im always alone, fear of being grown (Aye-ye)
Trust all the way gone, turned my heart to stone (Aye)
I don't fuck with these niggas and they Wonder why
Nigga you so broke it almost made me cry
He say he a shooter but I know that's a lie
Pussy nigga up'd it but he shot at the sky
You'll be killed
Be for real
Her only skill
I'm in the field
Credits
Writer(s): Jamarion Hayes
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