In The Field

(album: On My Momma - 2017)

[Yhung T.O.:]
I just want to be around, round-round-round-round
For my family and my rounds, rounds-rounds-rounds-rounds
Don't wanna be in these streets no more
Running from the police no more
I just want to be around, round-round

I been in and out of town
Every time I'm back around
It be back to the same shit
Rocking with this forty, tryna knock a nigga down
I just want my niggas home
I just want my niggas home
She blowing up my phone, calling when I'm coming home
Baby I'ma make it home

[Lil Sheik:]
Yeah nigga QB coming home, Wayne coming home
I hope niggas ready for what they got coming nigga
Real big money SOB shit, free all my niggas out that jam
Fuck all these suckers ass niggas, we sliding on niggas
Really out here in the field 'cause I promised I'ma make it home
All these hating ass niggas just mad we on
Selling out all these shows nigga
And I dare a nigga to try to come take something from us nigga
Fuck suckers

[Yhung T.O.:]
I be on way like, damn
Tryna get my cake right
Fuck the shooting range, I been sliding down niggas' blocks lately
Tryna get my aim right
When you gone I'm in the field
I just got to keep it really
'Cause I owe it to my niggas, to slide on any nigga
That's just the way I was built
I shoot with my right hand
Baby you know you my right hand
And when I come home and I'm laying next to you
Gotta keep it on the nightstand
I'm like what's up with you shawty
For you I'll catch a body
And if they take me before I lie in these streets
I'ma squeeze for you shawty

[Lil Sheik:]
These niggas ain't really ready for that shit
Niggas PC'ed up in the hole nigga, pookied ass niggas
Slide down the ass and get your whip flipped bitch
Really on niggas, really upping scores and shit
Sliding down niggas' blocks with them sticks nigga
You niggas ain't really outside, you ain't in this field
Yeah free them niggas fighting real ass cases nigga
And fuck all you niggas that's sitting there and snitching nigga

[Daboii:]
I'll never leave my brothers, I just hope they'll understand that
Fuck a hand out, I was the type to keep my hand back
Slide up on the block and ask them suckers where they mans at
And if we find that nigga you'll never get your mans back
Claim he hungry but ain't eating, eyes bigger than his stomach
We clutching everywhere we go 'cause we be really thinking
And you ain't getting money nigga, you be really fronting
Hit a lick with your mans and you ain't knuck 'cause he was tucking
Mama told me never go there, what you think I did?
Bitch my mans doing time, what you think I sip?
Put my life on the line, what you think I risk?
If you confused on them questions, what you thinking then?
I ain't sparking up no wood if it ain't no cookie in it
I'm a dog, I smell fear, I sense the pussy in 'em
All my niggas in the game, ain't no rookie in 'em
And everybody with me clutching if you look suspicious
All my niggas in the game, ain't no rookie in 'em
And everybody with me clutching if you look suspicious

[Yhung T.O.:]
I just want my niggas home
Blowing up my phone, calling when I'm coming home
Baby I'ma make it home