Back In The Field
Li 9
GENRE
[Chorus]
I'm on a ten-seater jet on the way to the check but don't think I ain't packing the steel
I'ma put on for the set, fill my neck with baguettes and then post on the block with a mill'
You cannot hang where we at and we snatching that chain off your neck if you ain't got no kill
They ever play with them racks then we load with the ruegers and Macs and we back in the field
I'm on a ten-seater jet on the way to the check but don't think I ain't packing the steel
I'ma put on for the set, fill my nеck with baguettes and then post on thе block with a mill'
You cannot hang where we at and we snatching that chain off your neck if you ain't got no kill
They ever play with them racks then we load with the ruegers and Macs and we back in the field
[Verse]
Better off on my own, I don't know why
Going down that road on the wrong side (Yeah, yeah)
Cuban link wrapped 'round my neck like a bow tie
Lovin' how I'm livin', owe it all to the Most High
Ain't gotta pay 'em, off the love bet the bro slide
Any nigga ever played with us have they folks crying
Ain't never lackin', I fuck off the backend
I really brought racks in, who knew this would happen?
From trappin' to rappin' to fuckin' these actresses, pallets to palaces
They can't get to me
Nigga probably die tonight if he mention me
Ever start sayin' 9, he a mini-me
You ain't never seen 'em 'round, he a enemy
100 on the drum, I can shoot for a century
I'm in the jets with a tec where the killas Be
Lovin' the bitches I'm fuckin', you kidding me?
I'm in the Ville with a vibe outta Tennessee
Charge 'em a dub when it really was ten a G (Oh)
Blood in, blood out, bitch, we got mob ties
You play with one of mine, you see my darkside
[Chorus]
I'm on a ten-seater jet on the way to the check but don't think I ain't packing the steel
I'ma put on for the set, fill my neck with baguettes and then post on the block with a mill'
You cannot hang where we at and we snatching that chain off your neck if you ain't got no kill
They ever play with them racks then we load with the ruegers and Macs and we back in the field
I'm on a ten-seater jet on the way to the check but don't think I ain't packing the steel
I'ma put on for the set, fill my neck with baguettes and then post on the block with a mill'
You cannot hang where we at and we snatching that chain off your neck if you ain't got no kill
They ever play with them racks then we load with the ruegers and Macs and we back in the field
I'm on a ten-seater jet on the way to the check but don't think I ain't packing the steel
I'ma put on for the set, fill my neck with baguettes and then post on the block with a mill'
You cannot hang where we at and we snatching that chain off your neck if you ain't got no kill
They ever play with them racks then we load with the ruegers and Macs and we back in the field
I'm on a ten-seater jet on the way to the check but don't think I ain't packing the steel
I'ma put on for the set, fill my nеck with baguettes and then post on thе block with a mill'
You cannot hang where we at and we snatching that chain off your neck if you ain't got no kill
They ever play with them racks then we load with the ruegers and Macs and we back in the field
[Verse]
Better off on my own, I don't know why
Going down that road on the wrong side (Yeah, yeah)
Cuban link wrapped 'round my neck like a bow tie
Lovin' how I'm livin', owe it all to the Most High
Ain't gotta pay 'em, off the love bet the bro slide
Any nigga ever played with us have they folks crying
Ain't never lackin', I fuck off the backend
I really brought racks in, who knew this would happen?
From trappin' to rappin' to fuckin' these actresses, pallets to palaces
They can't get to me
Nigga probably die tonight if he mention me
Ever start sayin' 9, he a mini-me
You ain't never seen 'em 'round, he a enemy
100 on the drum, I can shoot for a century
I'm in the jets with a tec where the killas Be
Lovin' the bitches I'm fuckin', you kidding me?
I'm in the Ville with a vibe outta Tennessee
Charge 'em a dub when it really was ten a G (Oh)
Blood in, blood out, bitch, we got mob ties
You play with one of mine, you see my darkside
[Chorus]
I'm on a ten-seater jet on the way to the check but don't think I ain't packing the steel
I'ma put on for the set, fill my neck with baguettes and then post on the block with a mill'
You cannot hang where we at and we snatching that chain off your neck if you ain't got no kill
They ever play with them racks then we load with the ruegers and Macs and we back in the field
I'm on a ten-seater jet on the way to the check but don't think I ain't packing the steel
I'ma put on for the set, fill my neck with baguettes and then post on the block with a mill'
You cannot hang where we at and we snatching that chain off your neck if you ain't got no kill
They ever play with them racks then we load with the ruegers and Macs and we back in the field
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