MakeOutHillDav - STAY OFF THE FIELD Lyrics

Go for the sack like Chaas, yeah Niggas be locked like safe, yeah
Open that motherf*ckin' bank, what Niggas ain't gettin' no cake, yeah
Niggas ain't gettin' no cake, okay Shoot up the funeral, shoot up the wake
Bitch you too federal, talk to the Jakes, McCoy in the field and he move like a snake
Cutting off hands if he reach for my waist Thought I was done, I was changin' my ways
Trap by the day, yeah, I gotta get paid Hawking them down when we find his locate
Niggas be mad when they find out they fake Niggas get shot, shot like a Tase
Stay off the field, you ain't putting no pain Losing the game, man, who is to blame
Nine sending shots off looking like Dame Perc with some energy, give me some bang
Look at my bitch, look what I slayed, jugging them boys take what they made, hey
Niggas in the field they never get busy, Watch for McCoy he gone put on the city
Walkin' with cannons, Dracos and 50s, sell out the show and I feel like I'm Diddy
Flirt with your bitch and I beat up her kitty, Skirt on a bike and I'm chillin' with Jimmie
Major artillery we bring out the weapons Work with the Army to cut off his breath
Cutting off oxygen no he can't breathe Just like I'm Khaled, I got all the keys
I am no God, but she got on her knees Damn, she tryna please
Stay with your bitch like the birds and the bees Bustin' my gun and you know you gon' sing
Drink in my cup and it's purple and pink Searching me up, yeah, find me on Bing
Moving too fast in that track 250 the dash Moving like Autumn might crash
Niggas want feature? tax all about money, racks
Holding the wheel, I hope you don't Mack Say you a killer, but where is your mask
How you a killer? Got gun at your back You is a boy, study for class
Playing these games, so you know I got hacks I don't even smoke, but I'll put you in packs
You niggas is pussy, let's stay on track I'ma go diamond I need me a plaque
Go for the sack like Chaas, yeah Niggas be locked like safe, yeah
Open that motherf*ckin' bank, what Niggas ain't gettin' no cake, yeah
Niggas ain't gettin' no cake, okay Shoot up the funeral, shoot up the wake
Bitch you too federal, talk to the Jakes, McCoy in the field and he move like a snake
Cutting off hands if he reach for my waist Thought I was done, I was changin' my ways
Trap by the day, yeah, I gotta get paid Hawking them down when we find his locate
Niggas be mad when they find out they fake Niggas get shot, shot like a Tase
Stay off the field, you ain't putting no pain Losing the game, man, who is to blame
Nine sending shots off looking like Dame Perc with some energy, give me some bang
Look at my bitch, look what I slayed, jugging them boys take what they made, hey