FIELD TRIP (Lil Durk Reference) ¥$, Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign (Ft. Don Toliver, Lil Durk & Playboi Carti)
[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here
[Chorus: Don Toliver,Playboi Carti, Ty Dolla $ign]
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride just like it's on my bike (Whoa-whoa)
Throw this all to circulate (Doin', what?)
Fuck her just to make her late (Ah, whoa-woo)
Do it just to rock her life
Take it just to rock her life (Whoa-whoa, ah)
Call her just to rock her life (Yeah, ah)
Ride it just like ridin' my bike (Whoa-woo, ah)
Never gave a fuckin'—, ah
Take her pussy, write a streak (Whoa-whoa, ah)
Take her on a field trip (Ah)
Take her out her house (Schyeah, ah)
Take her on a trip (Ah)
Take hеr out her house
[Interlude: Playboi Carti & Don Toliver]
(Ah, ah)
Schyeah (Ah), schyеah
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Uh, I'm spittin' that venom
The baby not real, it's not in 'em
Send 'em a letter, I kill 'em
Close that boy door, we dismissed him
I done got too high, just a little
I know I'm out my mind just a little
Red Lambo' like Skittles
Double O-5, we criminal
I ain't buy the yacht, bought the missile
Tape on the gun, can't miss 'em
Tape on it, shake on it, shake on it
Uh, shawty keep fuckin' my bones
Movin' too fast, 'bout to break somethin'
Shawty keep hidin' my phone
Keep doin' that, I'ma break somethin'
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, break somethin'
Wheezy outta here
[Chorus: Don Toliver,Playboi Carti, Ty Dolla $ign]
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride just like it's on my bike (Whoa-whoa)
Throw this all to circulate (Doin', what?)
Fuck her just to make her late (Ah, whoa-woo)
Do it just to rock her life
Take it just to rock her life (Whoa-whoa, ah)
Call her just to rock her life (Yeah, ah)
Ride it just like ridin' my bike (Whoa-woo, ah)
Never gave a fuckin'—, ah
Take her pussy, write a streak (Whoa-whoa, ah)
Take her on a field trip (Ah)
Take her out her house (Schyeah, ah)
Take her on a trip (Ah)
Take hеr out her house
[Interlude: Playboi Carti & Don Toliver]
(Ah, ah)
Schyeah (Ah), schyеah
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Uh, I'm spittin' that venom
The baby not real, it's not in 'em
Send 'em a letter, I kill 'em
Close that boy door, we dismissed him
I done got too high, just a little
I know I'm out my mind just a little
Red Lambo' like Skittles
Double O-5, we criminal
I ain't buy the yacht, bought the missile
Tape on the gun, can't miss 'em
Tape on it, shake on it, shake on it
Uh, shawty keep fuckin' my bones
Movin' too fast, 'bout to break somethin'
Shawty keep hidin' my phone
Keep doin' that, I'ma break somethin'
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, break somethin'
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