Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In the Field, artist - Curren$y. Album song The Jetlanta EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jet Life
Song language: English
In the Field |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
2017, we ain’t gon' waste a minute |
We done assembled the family |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Brought some of the family |
Brought some of the toys to Atlanta |
We got in the studio, we drop some hammers |
Quick lil' six piece |
Like a mission statement for the company |
Let you know what we gon' do this year |
Pretty much our own shit |
Them niggas show they true colours when you come up |
They don’t want you in motion, they want you stuck |
They see you goin', hope you fuck it up |
Don’t know how you can hang around them fools so much |
That’s the ones you don’t trust, dope in the pot |
Somebody turn the stove up |
Spitta in the cut with twenty cones stuffed, you know what |
Finna fuck somethin' up, show off |
Live from New Orleans, there’s no love |
That mean when it come suckers, we got no love |
Cuban links and hoodie mane, Range truck |
When I go to sleep that’s all I can think of |
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing |
On the field like a football team, Jet Life |
Jet Life, all my niggas got on the same chain |
Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life |
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing |
On the field like a football team, Jet Life |
Jet Life, all my niggas wearin' the same chain |
Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life |
Look, hotbox the Range |
All these diamonds on me, you can go in skates |
Yeah a couple of bitches comin' my way |
We’ll run the world in a couple days |
Came back with nothin' but the cake |
Chevy ridin', yeah they make the ground shake |
I be grindin' like every damn day |
When it’s time to hustle, know they don’t pay |
When it’s said and done, I’m a be the one |
Nigga talkin' hottest underneath the sun |
All these niggas with all that sneak dissin' |
Knowing they ain’t gon' drop nigga |
Jet life, we 'bout stuntin' |
Came through in H1 Hummers |
Lay laws now they all know |
Had a kick if you tryna score |
Straight to the block when I get of the road |
No, I will never forget, by my wo’s |
Smell that killer weed all of my clothes |
In the lab bout to drop off a load |
Flood the streets with that Audio Dope |
Yea we known to come at they throat |
Land on mine I let that blow |
Don’t touch no bitch don’t lust no hoe |
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing |
On the field like a football team, Jet Life |
Jet Life, all my niggas got on the same chain |
Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life |
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing |
On the field like a football team, Jet Life |
Jet Life, all my niggas wearin' the same chain |
Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life |
Fresh paint, tens beating tryna blow that inch |
Playing with it, bad bitch like what you doin' with her |
Tell that bitch name a car we pullin' up in it |
Just got a new Jet Life piece I never tuck my shit |
Dirty on me, that thirty on me ridin' dirty in it |
Woes with me, work in it still swerving in it |
Dope boy, word is she fuckin' Corner Boy |
Hustle hard, bought a watch then another car |
Stayed down, on these clowns played my part nigga |
Doin' numbers, learned that shit from the start |
How you really feel, it’s really real I’m really in the field |
Defense, cornerback and P ain’t never lackin' |
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing |
On the field like a football team, Jet Life |
Jet Life, all my niggas got on the same chain |
Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life |
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing |
On the field like a football team, Jet Life |
Jet Life, all my niggas wearin' the same chain |
Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life |
Jet Life |
Motherfuckers nervous and shit |
It’s too lit |