In The Field Shoreline Mafia

[Verse 1: Fenix]
We be in the field, if he talkin' he get killed
All my niggas down to drill, I be with the shits for real
I be poppin' double seals, bad bitch make her squeal
Hot nigga need to chill, I be poppin' hella pills
Xanax, what's the deal, is we fucking, ho for real, yeah
Niggas know my name and these niggas know the team
Talkin' 'bout I did this but it really ain't a thing
I be coolin' with the gang, swear to god we so insane
Mop stick, duck quick, 'cause we aimin' at your brain
Cocaine train and the pants Balmain
Wouldn't know about this shit because you niggas so lame
Bought my first chain after my first stain
Young nigga flexin', boy I'm only eighteen
Your wife give brain like she was in college
Shame on you, boy that pussy got mileage
I ain't with that, better get back
Tryna run up on me and get your shit snatched
Real nigga boy, money is the motive
Designer on my belt just in case you ain't noticed
Is it Gucci? is it Fendi?
Young nigga tryna pull up in a Bentley
And your girl look bad, don't tempt me
'Cause after I fuck guarantee she won't forget me
Real nigga shit, smokin' good, eyes blooded, that's some licorice
Playin with her clit, fuck her then I dip
Smoking hella blunts, bet my lungs black as shit
Pour me up, need the six, fuck a thot, fuck a bitch
Lame niggas on my dick, pussy niggas talking shit
All my niggas keep a prick, show I'm really with the shits