6PM In The Field

You had a special ringtone on my phone
But it's all blowing up in smoke in my soul

I lost my mental i tried to keep calling you
But you ain't pickin up the phone
I don't got all the time in the world

Oh she been acting up looking dumb as fuck
Cool with that lusting up asking does she love me
No she don't she gone
Pain and hurt is all
I been on
(Yeah)
I won't carry on like this
Plans on flooding up my wrist

I made the best decisions of my life off the henny or duese
My niggas talking raw we moving up we don't care bout what you say
I beat up then put it back together like riza from wutang

Smoking that indica
Rolling that potent we don't got no limit yuh
Talkin that shit i'll be there in a minute yuh

I get that money i spend it up
Right to the top with the millions
Oh boy no no we ain't feeling yuh
We been rollin round the city yuh
And my shawty wimme looking pretty yuh
With the swag she finess it so brilliant
You a hater man fuck your opinion
Chop it up then we throw that bitch in the air

Flossing get the racks in the club then toss it
Pulling up and we looking like bosses
Hit it once now she asking for more shit
Hit me up what's the move what's the motion
I'ma swerve in that bitch looking flossy
Y'all niggas lookin like roaches