Field Trips

Alright look, yeah Millz

Never know when it's your last. Everyday is like the first
Left my X, she in the past. Lotta O's I upped my worth
The game, I got it down, I'm always following my word
Stacking through the drought. It was muddy in that turf
Big paper on me I been nothing but a nerd
Went from going down the 45 South to a German
Had to hustle first, parked up by the curb with the service
I got networks, and the money be returning
Bank statements, documents, I made changes
Weight scaling, profiting and pay saving
Remember when broski told me stay dangerous
Rolling rapper weed, high five A grading

Big bags on the scale maxing out the weight
I fucked your bitch up in the crib and now I'm feeling great
At this rate I might just be a fucking goat today
Ain't ever slip I smoke some loud to take the pain away
Brodie tweaking off them percs he said he trynna catch an opp
Now he calling BD bitches cuz he know they got the drop
I can't trust dude in the back, he moving shaky like a cop
Had to make a fucking wop, I put that bitch all in that spot

Yeah, gotta get it gone. You know I have the links
I'll plug you anything you want (Anything you want)
Answer every call. How much? When you need it by?
Message me the drop (Field Trips)
Now she moving chop
Really get me mad cuz you know I got a lot
Always stay ten toes, bitch I never fucked up the plot
Taking all them trips and bitch I'll hop out on a yacht

Told him run all of his pockets
Niggas wanna talk, but you know that you can't stop this
I'm really on the wave
I was making money bitch, you know I had to stay paid
Never gave a fuck bout no hoes cuz you know they on low grade
Smoking high grade cuz I gotta get faded
Going too fast and I'm swerving in the latest
Trynna get a coupe, I want the brand new Mercedes
Talking in my ear gon' really get me pissed off
Bitch I am a goat, I'll never care bout Kristof
Feel like I was hitting all these shots, I missed y'all
I don't really know if you really miss me
I was trynna slide, get more money for the team
Bitch I'm counting up all this motherfucking green
Nigga said he with me, but he know that he a feen

Line me with the addy, pull it right up on the map
Break it down by the gram, clients always calling back
If I'm plugging it, the high is finna clap that's a fact
It's a wrap, they attached Skrr Dash, clear the tab
That's another fucking Field Trip
My people seen some real shit
Gang was moving it around with them steel tips
Getting money so our families can feel rich
I been studying that paper since a lil kid

Yeah, gotta get it gone. You know I have the links
I'll plug you anything you want (Anything you want)
Answer every call. How much? When you need it by?
Message me the drop (Field Trips)
Now she moving chop
Really get me mad cuz you know I got a lot
Always stay ten toes, bitch I never fucked up the plot
Taking all them trips and bitch I'll hop out on a yacht



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Writer(s): Jaxon Hall
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