THROUGH THE FIELD Lyrics

I'm in a coupe with the shit

I'm in a coupe with the shit

I'm just counting it

I'm just counting it

I just count the cake (Cake, cake, cake)

My bitch she got cake (Cake, cake, cake)

I be in the gym like weight (Wait, wait, wait)

I don't see what you see when you hate

I don't see what you see when you hate (You hate)

I got work anytime of the day (Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday)

Perpetual date (Shine on Saturday and Sunday)

Ay these bitches got nothing to say

What they say, what they saying

They drowning I'm running the wave (Run a wave, run the wave yeah)

And you can't ride on this wave (I'm so wavy so wavy)

Running through the field, cover up my face

Low key all the time I don't want nothing with your face (Yeah, fuck your face)

Tried to hit a bitch up one time but she basic

Dollar sign eyes twenty-twenty I don't need lasik

Zaza got me faded I just love to face it

Gave that bitch my bone one time and she ate it (Ate it up)

I got dogs like Michael Vick that keep one like McGrady

I be on my shit (What)

She want to hold the stick (Hold that bitch)

I don't know about it (What)

30 in the clip (What)

Balling like James Worthy 42 licks

When I pop the perky I don't feel shit (Pop, pop)

Miss me with that bullshit I been going in

Not paying attention to nothing but my dividends

Bitches don't want nothing but the money that you spend

Running around in circles does it ever end

I don't mind taking risks

All my thoughts are bliss

Take you out the game like Mike in 1986

Purple color piss

Codeine laced spliff

I been rocking with ya baby, baby got me stiff

And I'm high above the rim (Rim)

You should call me him (Him)

On the block like Tim (Tim)

Not aiming for no limb (Limb)

Meet the reaper grim (Grim)

Where your smile like grin (Grin)

I'm just trying to tell you buddy I wouldn't rock with them

I've been right here from the start

Pussy boy you doing what you're told you're a Mark (Pussy ass boy)

I took off the edge with a spark (Spark me up)

Fucking around with me I'mma put you on a carton

Play your part pussy

Lil hoe I got my weight up I done pushed more iron than Tony Stark

Bitch I got my rolly had to flood it out like Noah's ark (Flood it out)

Wonder will I find my silver lining through the fog

Risk it all what it takes to ball

I closed the curtain and made that call

I took my lil bitch on a trip and now she draining out my balls (Drain me out)

Dollars deep inside my pockets 4pf they about to fall

Out the huddle come from struggle if I couldn't walk I'd crawl

But I've been running through the field with my back against the wall

Running through the field, cover up my face

Low key all the time I don't want nothing with your face (Yeah, fuck your face)

Tried to hit a bitch up one time but she basic

Dollar sign eyes twenty-twenty I don't need lasik

Zaza got me faded I just love to face it

Gave that bitch my bone one time and she ate it (Ate it up)

I got dogs like Michael Vick that keep one like McGrady

I be on my shit (What)

She want to hold the stick (Hold that bitch)

I don't know about it (What)

30 in the clip (What)

Balling like James Worthy 42 licks

When I pop the perky I don't feel shit (Pop, pop)