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In My Field Video (MV)




Performed By: BIG30
Featuring: Hotboii
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Denis Barszcz, Kevin David Jr., Matthew-Kyle Brown, Rodney Wright




BIG30 - In My Field Lyrics
Official




[ Featuring Hotboii ]

Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Big Blrrrd
Flooded my wrist

I came from shit, I flooded my wrist, I'm chasin' these Ms
No, I ain't lyin', f*ck it, I'm rich, it is what it is, don't wanna make friends
So stay out my way though, I'm layin' this on the table
Don't make it be hard to exist
Be in your yard like a gardener, yeah
It's easy when you got anonymous tip
Yeah, I got the ball in my field
Spittin' on the Glock, black gloves with a goddamn mask on
It's still ain't honest to him
I know you heard what the opps tell, one don't last long
But, nigga, I'm still gon' be him
I swear, there ain't nobody that I fear (blrrrd)
Walk in the club, all the hoes gon' stare
Who is that boy with the frozed up ear? (Ice)

We them young niggas that follow your partner
With switches, plus all of these Glocks got extensions (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Handsome-ass gangster, I don't got no problem with Benjamin
How I got these hoes showin' titties (on God)
I done made millions off rap and still murder for hire
I get paid for just killin' them missions (on God)
He done took one to the eye, mad as hell he ain't die (blrrrd)
But them members done f*cked up his vision (blrrrd, facts)
Me and my nigga gon' spin 'til we dizzy
Pull up with that fire, then we burn down your block (we spinnin')
.223s, firin' that bitch with precision
BIG30 so violent, he a shootin' star (I'm sinnin')
Walked that boy down and flipped over his because (blrrrd)
Put him on shirts, turn a lil' boy to a 'Za (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Hit him with the FN .15 (ah, ah)
Took one to the spleen, that courtesy of the AR
New gang, nigga put a nigga on Fox (news)
He ain't get to see a doc', sent him straight to the morgue (it's over)
These niggas cappin' 'bout trappin'
Talkin' 'bout they a plug 'til a nigga come cut they cord (it's over)
7.62 came with a stake knife on it, upped that bitch, that ho look like a sword (blrrrd)
And all my choppers at the whore house
But all my switches at the store (facts, on God, blrrrd, blrrrd)

I came from shit, I flooded my wrist, I'm chasin' these Ms
No, I ain't lyin', f*ck it, I'm rich, it is what it is, don't wanna make friends
So stay out my way though, I'm layin' this on the table
Don't make it be hard to exist
Be in your yard like a gardener, yeah
It's easy when you got anonymous tip
Yeah, I got the ball in my field
Spittin' on the Glock, black gloves with a goddamn mask on
It's still ain't honest to him
I know you heard what the opps tell, one don't last long
But, nigga, I'm still gon' be him
I swear, there ain't nobody that I fear
Walk in the club, all the hoes gon' stare
Who is that boy with the frozed up ear?

Uh, uh, uh, uh
I think 'bout Celine and I pop me a pill
I got two bitches wan' f*ck me together
That money called right now, so I'ma dip
Money over hoes, I ain't never met a bitch that excite me
Money be givin' me thrills
Thots be givin' me ills
Diamonds be givin' me chills
Opps be givin' me kills
Fisherman, gotta have a poles in reach
Jigga man, gotta come through on a beat
I'm safety on the field, you ain't scorin' on me
Shutdown, gotta control the streets
You know I love smoke, one day I'll OD
But how twelve know who put troll on beat?
And how the judge know, she wasn't there a whole beep
Take it all to trial and I'm gonna beat it

I came from shit, I flooded my wrist, I'm chasin' these Ms
No, I ain't lyin', f*ck it, I'm rich, it is what it is, don't wanna make friends
So stay out my way though, I'm layin' this on the table
Don't make it be hard to exist
Be in your yard like a gardener, yeah
It's easy when you got anonymous tip
Yeah, I got the ball in my field
Spittin' on the Glock, blac gloves with a goddamn mask on
It's still ain't honest to him
I know you heard what the opps tell, one don't last long
But, nigga, I'm still gon' be him
I swear, there ain't nobody that I fear
Walk in the club, all the hoes gon' stare
Who is that boy with the frozed up ear?
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Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Big Blrrrd
Flooded my wrist

I came from shit, I flooded my wrist, I'm chasin' these Ms
No, I ain't lyin', f*ck it, I'm rich, it is what it is, don't wanna make friends
So stay out my way though, I'm layin' this on the table
Don't make it be hard to exist
Be in your yard like a gardener, yeah
It's easy when you got anonymous tip
Yeah, I got the ball in my field
Spittin' on the Glock, black gloves with a goddamn mask on
It's still ain't honest to him
I know you heard what the opps tell, one don't last long
But, nigga, I'm still gon' be him
I swear, there ain't nobody that I fear (blrrrd)
Walk in the club, all the hoes gon' stare
Who is that boy with the frozed up ear? (Ice)

We them young niggas that follow your partner
With switches, plus all of these Glocks got extensions (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Handsome-ass gangster, I don't got no problem with Benjamin
How I got these hoes showin' titties (on God)
I done made millions off rap and still murder for hire
I get paid for just killin' them missions (on God)
He done took one to the eye, mad as hell he ain't die (blrrrd)
But them members done f*cked up his vision (blrrrd, facts)
Me and my nigga gon' spin 'til we dizzy
Pull up with that fire, then we burn down your block (we spinnin')
.223s, firin' that bitch with precision
BIG30 so violent, he a shootin' star (I'm sinnin')
Walked that boy down and flipped over his because (blrrrd)
Put him on shirts, turn a lil' boy to a 'Za (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Hit him with the FN .15 (ah, ah)
Took one to the spleen, that courtesy of the AR
New gang, nigga put a nigga on Fox (news)
He ain't get to see a doc', sent him straight to the morgue (it's over)
These niggas cappin' 'bout trappin'
Talkin' 'bout they a plug 'til a nigga come cut they cord (it's over)
7.62 came with a stake knife on it, upped that bitch, that ho look like a sword (blrrrd)
And all my choppers at the whore house
But all my switches at the store (facts, on God, blrrrd, blrrrd)

I came from shit, I flooded my wrist, I'm chasin' these Ms
No, I ain't lyin', f*ck it, I'm rich, it is what it is, don't wanna make friends
So stay out my way though, I'm layin' this on the table
Don't make it be hard to exist
Be in your yard like a gardener, yeah
It's easy when you got anonymous tip
Yeah, I got the ball in my field
Spittin' on the Glock, black gloves with a goddamn mask on
It's still ain't honest to him
I know you heard what the opps tell, one don't last long
But, nigga, I'm still gon' be him
I swear, there ain't nobody that I fear
Walk in the club, all the hoes gon' stare
Who is that boy with the frozed up ear?

Uh, uh, uh, uh
I think 'bout Celine and I pop me a pill
I got two bitches wan' f*ck me together
That money called right now, so I'ma dip
Money over hoes, I ain't never met a bitch that excite me
Money be givin' me thrills
Thots be givin' me ills
Diamonds be givin' me chills
Opps be givin' me kills
Fisherman, gotta have a poles in reach
Jigga man, gotta come through on a beat
I'm safety on the field, you ain't scorin' on me
Shutdown, gotta control the streets
You know I love smoke, one day I'll OD
But how twelve know who put troll on beat?
And how the judge know, she wasn't there a whole beep
Take it all to trial and I'm gonna beat it

I came from shit, I flooded my wrist, I'm chasin' these Ms
No, I ain't lyin', f*ck it, I'm rich, it is what it is, don't wanna make friends
So stay out my way though, I'm layin' this on the table
Don't make it be hard to exist
Be in your yard like a gardener, yeah
It's easy when you got anonymous tip
Yeah, I got the ball in my field
Spittin' on the Glock, blac gloves with a goddamn mask on
It's still ain't honest to him
I know you heard what the opps tell, one don't last long
But, nigga, I'm still gon' be him
I swear, there ain't nobody that I fear
Walk in the club, all the hoes gon' stare
Who is that boy with the frozed up ear?
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Denis Barszcz, Kevin David Jr., Matthew-Kyle Brown, Rodney Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE, KILLPHONIC

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