Tariq Beats - The Field lyrics

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Tariq Beats - The Field lyrics

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] Really came up in the field Get money, get life or get k**ed Now how the f** it's gone feel When we starts touchin them mil's We ain't got nothing but shells We ain't got nothing to tell Watch how the story unveil Bet you the hustla provail Equity all in my deal 900 dollars a meal f** with that T-Bone and snow crab Hoggy like shrimp when it's chill Slide on them leathers from frankfort Smell it make sure it dont stank first Test her make sure that brain work Beat that sh** all out the framework You was just sayin my name, no? I figured you know how this game go So run me yo watch and yo chain bro But next time I'm callin my gang tho Shinin got all of chains on Back of that bach gettin my brains blown Ran up that check then I layed low Make sure that money gone make more n***a yall witnessed it we got eight businesses hater thats bankroll You could die if I say so Heavy like 77th st case closed sh** will get straight cold sh** is just business we pull up and take souls Gorillas and ape mold LA county uh teach you that predator play mode [Hook: Bino] Really from up in the house Really thumpers in the couch Really say what I'm about Off the block I made a whole onion Heavy hustle got the name buzzin in the kitchen whippin tryna gain something f** her threw her to my lame cousin b**hes know I got a chain coming n***a know I got a chain coming p**y talkin know he got a fade coming Pull up on me with the same thuggin I ran it up with my b**h she gone get cracking with me and don't save nothin I can't be wasting my time, what Ima do it for if it don't make nothin I keep a 4 four on my ear cuz I chase a bag I know they won't take from me [Verse 2: Young Dolph] In my traphouse I trust About b**hes I don't give a f** Lets see how fast you can count it Came up off 16 ounces I just parked my wraith in the hood Cook in my backwood And I gotta sack for her, don't bout you but life good I ain't been doing nothin but countin paper Duckin and dodging these haters b**hes they making me sick, tell em f** em n***a get they weight up, remember sittin in the house wit about a hunnid pounds Pitbulls in the backyard and we gotta couple hunnid rounds n***a where the f** you was at, I ain't never seen you out here Momma and my daddy was f**ed up n***a I was forced to be out here [Hook: Bino] Really from up in the house Really thumpers in the couch Really say what I'm about Off the block I made a whole onion Heavy hustle got the name buzzin in the kitchen whippin tryna gain something f** her threw her to my lame cousin b**hes know I got a chain coming n***a know I got a chain coming p**y talkin know he got a fade coming Pull up on me with the same thuggin I ran it up with my b**h she gone get cracking with me and don't save nothin I can't be wasting my time, what Ima do it for if it don't make nothin I keep a 4 four on my ear cuz I chase a bag I know they won't take from me I know they won't take from me

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