Ina Field

This for the guttah, yeah
This for the guttah
This for the guttah, yeah
This for the guttah
Guttah, this for the guttah

These niggas be capping, I be in the field
But I'ma make it and bring my brothers
Loyalty over everything, nigga, all we got is each other
We in the eye of the storm, it's all or nothing
Yeah, I be with them top shottas
And I stay with them VVS on my neck
Nigga, this a thousand-dollar collar
I was just a young nigga from the hill
All these 223s, you better shield
I could care less about a hundred thousand
'Cause I'm knowing one day I'ma have a mill
My heart's so cold, they saying I'm wrong
'Cause no, I don't know how love feel
And my eyes open, they ain't with you for real
So if you slipping, they gon' catch them a kill

My money don't fold, all my hoes say I'm a hoe
Heard a nigga went with they move
That's a different story, nigga, that's old
In a 400-dollar Polo coat
We got them rifles equipped with a scope
I don't hear them talking, them niggas, they broke
But no, I ain't ducking, ain't running from smoke, no

These niggas don't get it 'cause we ain't the same
Get in trouble, then they mess up the game
On my niggas, I'll never change
Balenciagas when I walk through the rain
My money too long, can't fit a wallet
And I fuck with them niggas, they dick riding
We got army weapons like Bin Laden
Ain't no folding with us, yeah, we big solid

Ha ha, say fee
Man what the fuck wrong with these niggas, man?
I don't wanna be like none of these niggas, I wanna be like Lil Vont
Nigga, this a ghetto ritual
Yea I been an enforcer, I'm presidential
Yeah, they hating on us, they ain't messing with us
But Holon, it's finna get confidential

I ain't boujee, but this a Hilfiger sweater
Got a strap on the chopper, that's red leather
Automatic, them bullets do get-togethers
Me and mine, yeah, we gon' be straight forever
I'm a man, don't care 'bout no other nigga
Probably hating on me 'cause they see I'm bigger
When you show your colors, I ain't fucking with you
We the rawest, they wanna be in the picture
Young rich nigga, I got Giuseppes up on my feet
I keep an AR when I'm going creep
I call my youngin', he would put you to sleep, yeah
All of my bitches, they look like some models
And all of my niggas, you know that they riders
Kidnap your partner and now you can't find him
Stepped in blood, now these red bottoms

I got so many Rollies, I give away my old ones
Fuck it, I'm rocking the gold one
Niggas hating, I'm the chosen one
Up on my trail, I ain't do them shit
Don't wanna go to jail, but I'ma let it spit
She got a man, but she let me hit
Just spent a thousand dollars on a fit

I guess I'm young and dumb
I'm from the East, we clutching drums
I'm in the streets, I'm in the slums
We got the smoke, we treat your lungs, yeah
Big dog since a little boy
I'ma teach that to my little boy
AR-15, that's gon' be his toy
We gon' drill something like Illinois

Trouble, trouble, trouble
I can't get away from trouble
I get it, I make it double
She love me, she wanna cuddle
I be fly like a drone
If he tripping, we get him gone
They don't know the shit I'm on
We would put one in they dome

I'm with the gang, yeah, I'm with the mob
I'm with some niggas who be itching to rob
Contract, send them on a job
All I got to do is pay 'em five
Say he a shooter, but he taking cover
In paperwork now, he undercover
Designer shoes, I got all colors
I be chasing money, I'm a bread lover
Don't pick with niggas, but they envy me
I'm chasing money, niggas chasing beef
But we in the guttah
So you gotta accept everything coming with it
Tape on the stock, so this over 50
Illegal, nigga, yeah, we over limit
This a Hellcat, nigga, fuck a Bentley
I don't need no niggas, I got God with me
You gon' save who? I got that rod with me
Yeah, I'm going hard with it
I'll put your heart upon your sleeves
Watch how I make 'em believe
My youngins steady on a scheme
Ain't talking papers, we got magazines

Yeah, yeah (stutter effects)
(Harmonizing...)