Ina Field

This for the guttah yea This for the guttah This for the guttah yea This for the guttah Guttah, This for the guttah These Niggas be capping I be in the field but ima make it and bringing my brothers Loyalty over everything, Nigga all we got is eachother We in the eye of the storm its all or nothing yea i be with them top shottas And I stay with them VVS on my neck nigga this a thousand dollar collar I was just a young nigga from the hill all these 223s you better shield I could care less about a hundred thousand cause im knowing one day ima have a mill My heart so cold they saying im wrong cause no i dont know how love feel And my eyes open they aint with you for real so if you slipping They gone catch them a kill My money dont fold all my hoes say im a hoe Heard a nigga went with they move thats a different story nigga thats old In a 400 dollar polocoat We got them riffles equpped with a scope I dont hear them talking them niggas they broke But no i aint ducking aint running from smoke no These niggas dont get it cause we aint the same Get in trouble then they mess up the game On my niggas ill never change Balenciagas when I walk through the rain My money too long cant fit a wallet And I fuck with them niggas they dick riding We got army weapons like Bin Laden Aint no folding with us yea we big solid Talking I aint boujee but this a hilfiger sweater Got a strap on the choppa thats red leather Auto matic them bullets do get togethers Me and mines yea we gone be straight forever Ima man dont care bout no other nigga Prolly hating on my cause they see im bigger When you show your colors i aint fucking with you We the rawest they wanna be in the picture Young rich nigga i got giuseppes they up on my feet I keep a ar when im going creep I call my youngin he would put you to sleep yea All of my bitches they look like some models And all of my niggas you know that they riders Kidnap your potna and now you cant find him Stepped in blood now these red bottoms I got so much of rollies i give away my old ones Fuck it im rocking the gold one Niggas hating im the chosen one Up on my trail i aint do them shit Dont want go to jail but im gone let it spit She got a man but she let me hit Just spent a thousand dollars on a fit I guess im young and dumb Im from the east we clutching drums Im in the streets im in the slums We got the smoke we treat your lungs yea Big dog since a lil boy Ima teach that to my lil boy Ar15 thats gone be his toy We gone drill something like Illinois Trouble trouble trouble I cant get away from trouble I get it i make it double she love me she want to cuddle I be fly like a drone If he tripping we get him gone They dont know the shit im on We gone put one in they dome Im with the gang yea im with the mob im with sum niggas who be itching to rob Contract send them on a job All i got to do is pay him 5 Say he a shooter but he taking cover In paper work now he undercover Designer shoes i got all colors I be chasing money im a bread lover Dont pick with niggas but they envy me Im chasing money niggas chasing beef but we in the guttah So you gotta accept everything coming with it Tape on the stock so this over 50 Illegal nigga yea we over limit This a hellcat nigga fuck a bentley I dont need no niggas i got god with me You gone save who i got that rod with me Yea im going hard with it Ill put your heart upon your sleeves Watch how i make em believe My youngins steady on a scheme Aint talking papers we got magazines