In The Field

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Cbg Montana

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Switchie gang, Switchie gang
We put them packs up in traffic, we in the field just like Madden
Pop out the cut with a brand new chop, six-two's spitting fire like a dragon
Round of applause when we step on the scene, up the Glock let that bitch go to clapping
They thinkin' we workin' for UPS, how we moving that pack
How you a trapper but can't move a pack, ain't got no bread, your trap house vacant
Hoe I'm not future of Drake, I ain't waiting on no hoe bitch, I don't got the patience
Brand new chop, I call it my magic stick, up it, and make everybody disappear
Big boy diamonds hang around our neck, Diamonds gon' shine like a chandelier
All them niggas some track stars, they ain't never shot at shit
Glock on my hip, I'ma up off the rip Muhammad Ali, I'ma let that bitch hit
And we bought them birds through the city, we send them through traffic
Or get them hoes gone through the mail, how you play tough on the net
Then when they guys get on your ass, you gon' run and tell
Hunnid some shots when the devil come through, hop out the trucks, sweep your block like a broom
Big 45 and that bitch go boom, catch an opp lacking, walk down and scoon
Long live John feel, he left to soon, hot as a bitch, but I play this shit cool
F*ck all the opps, yeah they know we a problem know we an issue, but they won't come solve it
Uh, you ever smelt a real brick Boy, them bitches stank
Get the drop and we gon' slide the same day, we don't wanna wait
He been hiding in the house so that nigga think he safe
Kick the door and bitch, boom We gon' put one in his face
F*ck the backdoor,we gon' knock down the front door take him up top, we gon' knock off his afro
When she throw it back, I be hittin' like a Draco, eat the dick, sloppy shit, she a throat goat
That shit irrelevant, f*ck all the opps, let's talk about some motion, Some shit they ain't havin'
Say they gon' kill me, but I'm livin' good, I got my feet kicked up, I'm sittin' back and laughin
Runnin' through hoes like a running back, pass off the pack like a quarterback
Say they lookin' for me, I ain't hearin' none of that, say I'm hiding, bitch, I'm where the money at
Niggas fakin' for the internet told my niggas don't get internet
And most of you niggas is not a threat, if you was a threat would have been got stretched
First off, I ain't never ran from no man, and that's on God
All them niggas say they steppin' on shit, that ain't really hard
They say, "Tana where you been", "I been gettin' money on some cooling shit"
They just turnt me up, all them songs wack, let me show these niggas how to diss
Deactivate his soul, hollows logging him out, real killers, come and paint the whole walls in your house
I was 13 when I jumped out the porch, I had got my first gun, I was ready to hit
Momma, she strugglin', she workin' three jobs, we barely be eatin', so I'm plottin' on a lick
Bad lil' bitch, but her attitude be on ten, she get mad when she can't get no dick
Beat that lil' hoe from the back and I pull on her tracks, when I go deep, she run
I do what I want, you do what you can, they stealin' my flow, they my son
Still f*ck the opps, I'ma piss on the grave, I'm laughin' cause they won't stop dyin'
Every time one die, they hit the stu, make a pain song , man, them niggas ain't slidinn'
It's feel free, Slime, till the bro come home, my dawg kept it solid, I'ma throw him a bone
Free, baby, four, gang it ain't too long, If a opp bitch play, I'ma snatch her dome
Bad bitch wanna f*ck, I'm like, okay, she told me to come inside, bitch, no way
Niggas speakin' on that gang, he gon' get faced, how you up the chop' first still get hit with the Drac'
We put them packs up in traffic, we in the field just like Madden
Pop out the cut with a brand new chop, six-two's spitting fire like a dragon
Round of applause when we step on the scene, up that bitch go to clapping
They thinkin' we workin' for UPS, how we moving that pack
How you a trapper but can't move a pack, ain't got no bread, your trap house vacant
Hoe I'm not future of Drake, I ain't waiting on no hoe bitch, I don't got the patience
Brand new chop, I call it my magic stick, up it, and make everybody disappear
Big boy diamonds hang around our neck, Diamonds gon' shine like a chandelier
Oh, shit, that's it
Aight, f*ck it, I'm out this bitch now

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