iN THE FiELD

I would pull up with electra, but there's no brain in your storm

Told them niggas put they neck up, and compensate for my word

I'm like sza, cut the check up, these niggas lame and they poor

I'm a call up david beckham, get in the field like before

I ain't fucking with these niggas, cause that would make me a whore

I'll be paving for many rappers, and waving them to the door

After giving them a sample, they begging me for some more

So I hop, back on the track, and i cook it up like a s'more

(Boom) Boom, when i clique clack up, onomatopoeia

I don't do the chit chat, give them birds a feeding