Field - Intellectual

[Intro/Chorus: Pollàri/Larry]

Yeah! Wow!

I was trappin' in that field I was lonely

Can't trust every face, niggas phony

You are not my bitch, no one and only

Every where I go these hoes they know me

Foreign bitch that just be my taste

Designer shit always on my waist

If that boy gon' play he might just get sprayed

I was in the field it was so lonely

Always making shady bitches owe me

Had to keep my weight up flexing strong, type shit

Playing keep away with this bag I just hit

I was in the field it was so lonely

Always making shady bitches owe me

Had to keep my weight up flexing strong, type shit

Playing keep away with this bag I just hit

[Verse 1: Randy!]

Five bands on my wrist, the drugs just hit

My trigger finger itch that motherfucker ticklish

My neck ain't Rob Dyrdek, but that motherfucker ridiculous

I just met your bitch, Yung Randy a Met that's how I hit

You want a tip, bitch get out the way

Hollow tip coming to your door once a day

I'mma hit the dope with OxyClean, yeah Randy Billy Mayes

Your bitch blowing up my phone like a god damn grenade

[Verse 2: Pollàri]

Yeah, look

Your bitch call my line because I'm sexy, oh

Diamonds hefty, got water like a jetski, oh

Gucci bag hold the ratchet, please dont test me, oh

Money on my mind, that's just how I feel, oh, yeah

Used to run the check way before the deal, oh, yeah

Money on my mind, that's just how I feel, oh, yeah

Might just take his bitch, eat like a meal, oh, yeah

[Chorus: Pollàri/Larry]

I was trappin' in that field I was lonely

Can't trust every face, niggas phony

You are not my bitch, no one and only

Every where I go these hoes they know me

Foreign bitch that just be my taste

Designer shit always on my waist

If that boy gon' play he might just get sprayed

I was in the field it was so lonely

Always making shady bitches owe me

Had to keep my weight up flexing strong, type shit

Playing keep away with this bag I just hit

I was in the field it was so lonely

Always making shady bitches owe me

Had to keep my weight up flexing strong, type shit

Playing keep away with this bag I just hit

[Verse 3: SenseiATL]

Ain't shit sweet, catch me hittin' licks

I'mma lay it down, hit you with a stick

I'mma lay it down, might just fuck your bitch

Bustin' down the grip, bustin' down the brick

Catch me with the [?], posted in the mob

Keep the work on deck, so you know I do the job

Kickin' shit with the money something like Jiu Jitsu

Draco with a mag, bitch come and get a issue

[Verse 4: Larry]

Yeah, uh, Larry!

You a capper, you on caps lock

Please stop talkin' let me show you

Comme des Garçons straight from '04, but it really might be older

Whatever in that bag ain't worth 'bout half what's on my shoulder

Fresh seal, dump it in some cola

Run that back, I need that bad

It ain't even, you just watch your comrades

And it's all because we in demand, yeah