Ultra Lord J - Field Lyrics

Poppin' cat her only skill
I'm a referee I'm in the field

Hell yeah I f*ck with that hoe

(Lord J)

Talkin' on the phone, yo bitch gives me dome (Aye)
At my people's home toting on my chrome (Aye)
Im always alone, fear of being grown (Aye-ye)
Trust all the way gone, turned my heart to stone (Aye)

I don't f*ck with these niggas and they Wonder why
Nigga you so broke it almost made me cry
He say he a shooter but I know that's a lie
Pussy nigga up'd it but he shot at the sky

Violate you'll be killed
You is broke be for real
Poppin' cat her only skill
I'm a referee I'm in the field

Niggas gossip bout me man that's so f*cking gay
Yo bitch gives me head like every other day
Headed to the money nigga get up out my way
My bitch trigger happy and she's down to let it spray

She say she's a saint but gettin' that coochi was a breeze (Drew)
Shit up in my pocket green, sneeze, peas, trees
She say she can't ride no Cadi if it ain't on no D's
I say she can't ride this "D" if she don't get on her knees

Talkin' on the phone, yo bitch gives me dome (Aye)
At my people's home toting on my chrome (Aye)
Im always alone, fear of being grown (Aye-ye)
Trust all the way gone, turned my heart to stone (Aye)

I don't f*ck with these niggas and they Wonder why
Nigga you so broke it almost made me cry
He say he a shooter but I know that's a lie
Pussy nigga up'd it but he shot at the sky

You'll be killed
Be for real
Her only skill
I'm in the field