متن آهنگ FIELD TRIP از Playboi Carti

متن آهنگ FIELD TRIP از Playboi Carti

This ain't cheddar, this quiche Got a bitch to ride a bike, ride a circus on my bike (whoa, whoa) Doin' this syrup to circulate, fuck her just to make her late Do it just to rock her life, take it just to rock her life (whoa, whoa) Call her just to rock her life, ride it just like I ride my bike Take her on a field trip, take her on a ride (schyeah) Take her on a trip (schyeah), take her out her house Uh, I'm spittin' out venom The baby not real, it's not in 'em Send 'em a letter, I kill 'em Close that boy door, we dismissed him I done got too high, just a little And I'm out my mind, just a little Red Lambo', red Skittles Double O-5, we criminal Ain't bought a yacht, bought a missile Tape on the gun, can't miss 'em Tape on it, shake on it, shake on it Uh, shawty keep fuckin' my bones Movin' too fast, 'bout to break somethin' Shawty keep hidin' my phone You keep doin' that, I'ma break somethin' Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, break somethin' Got a bitch to ride a bike, ride a circus on my bike (whoa-whoa) Doin' this syrup to circulate (hold up), fuck her just to make her late (hold up) Do it just to rock her life (hold up, hold up), take it just to rock her life (hold up, hold up) Call her just to rock her life (hold up), ride it just like I ride my bike (hold up, uh-uh) Take her on a field trip (uh-uh), take her on a ride (uh-uh, schyeah) Take her on a trip (uh-uh), take her out her house (huh) Whippin' that Benz like a rental 200 cash, my bitch say I'm mental Medical plans, I'm all in her dental We like a dog, I'm fresh out the kennel Niggas say, "Gas," they rollin' up fennel Ain't on my level, lil' bitch, don't reach Always hollerin' 'bout you rich, we riche This ain't no regular cheddar, this quiche You ain't outside, I wish it was different (uh-uh, uh-uh) You ain't outside, I wish it was different (uh-uh, uh-uh) I'm draggin' my nuts, got my dick out in the dirt Put it right in her butt, got her twerkin' in Turks That my lil' bitch, she gon' listen to Durk In the trenches with her feelin' uncomfortable I was crushin' on you, now I'm fuckin' on you Steady bussin' on you, now you love me Haters gon' say you can just want my lil' paper But who wouldn't want a nigga with some money? Dick in her stomach, I'm makin' her vomit That foreign imported from Saudi Arabia Like how you riding the dick like a gangster For Yeezy, you can turn my dealer to an angel My name just shoulda been Ty 'Cause dollar signs get my dick wet Got my bitch high as shit, she out of her mind Bae on the trip, I done took her to Six Flags Got a bitch to ride a bike, ride a circus on my bike (whoa, whoa) Doin' this syrup to circulate, fuck her just to make her late (Carti) Do it just to rock her life, take it just to rock her life (whoa, whoa, Carti) Call her just to rock her life, ride it just like I ride my bike Take her on a field trip, take her on a ride (schyeah) Take her on a trip (Carti), take her out her house ♪