OkayCisco - Field (feat. FknNate) Lyrics

Me n cisco
We be workin in them fields boy
I ain't talkin' Caesar Chavez
But I feel boy
Steady chasin' chicken
Man this bread is feelin' good(money)
Business opportunity
So we ran up in yo hood
We ain't really need a glock
'Cause success is what we need
Tell us what you on
And we make yo homies bleed

Yeah one thing I know 'bout Nate he gon let that trigger squeeze
Stack my money like some chips know we getting to that cheese
We locked up in the stu like we threw away the key
Ain't no playing with my homies I'll turn you to special needs
Them boys dirty choppa lay em out like it's some febreeze
Yeah they talk behind my back always buzzing like some bees

I ain't throwing up no set
And I ain't throwin' up no B
They be smoking on that gas
Yeah the name is lul T
We was posin' for the gram
Take a pic n we say cheese
Told her go and toot it up
I'm gon put it in wit ease
Bullets flying past his body
Man its feeling like a breeze

Yeah I'm ballin every season
Like that money all I need
Love it when she call me daddy
Baby get down on your knees
Bullets heat him up inside but on the outside he gon freeze
Load the choppa make em bleed
Leave you stretched out for my team
Way my girl be looking I feel like I'm living in a dream
When I hear her screaming my name yeah I know she bouta cream
Here to take over the records like Lebron did to Kareem

Blood splattered on his face
Type shit like maybelline
Man we steady pumpin' iron
Bullets lettin' off the steam
Me n Cisco chasin' Money
Cuz we searchin' for the green
Ion like fat bitches
I won't take one for the team
But the one thing that I take
Is a choppa and a beam
Me n Cisco go to work
Yeah we let that Choppa sing

If that choppa making melodies the ad libs are his screams
I can make you disappear and guarantee you're never seen
Yeah I seen my girl then wifed it up
Bent over then I piped her up
If you want smoke we'll run it
Just like track we'll come n spike you up
I turn up for my squad there's any beef I come and wipe it up
We hyping up
Trips to LA nobody taking flights with us

Yeah we killing shit no sniper
We gettin money no swiper
Bullets fan his windshield
And its goin like a wiper
I hit about a hunnid
We was ridin inna... viper
We was boutta go back but we hadda flip a pack

Nate hanging out the window while I'm whipping in the scat
Feel like I'm a running back yeah we on the attack
If wanna run up on me he ain't ever running back
Feel like Todd Gurley leave him in the field laying flat

We gon shoot your brotha down
While we wearin' all black
Told lil baby pipe it down
While she throwin' that shit back
We ain't sipping on no lean Nigga
We sipping henny
All we do is chase money
I needa twenty
We be rappin on these beats
We go stupid
We go brazy
If you go n try n touch me
Nigga
My girl go crazy
She lil, cute and bad
She drive around Mercedes
Shoot a nigga down
Make his ass dance like Sadie

With my homie riding with 12 on my back just like I'm Brady
When I sent 100 rounds their blood just splattering like some gravy
Soon as they seen me pull up they tried to run doing 180s
Mr. Hawkemdown I'm D1 on the track if you try play me