FIELD TRIP (Original)

[Chorus: Don Toliver & Playboi Carti]

Got a bitch to ride or die

Ride it just like it's on my bike (Woah-woah)

Do this all to circulate (Doin', what?)

Fuck her just to circulate (Woah-ooh)

Do it just to circulate

Take her just to circulate (Woah-woah)

Call her just to circulate

Ride it just how I like my bike (Woah-woah)

Take her on a field trip

Take her out her house (Schyeah)

Take her on a trip (Schyeah)

Take her out her house

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti & Don Toliver]

Uh, I'm spittin' that 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

I know I'm out my mind just a little

Red Lambo' like Skittles

Double O-5, we criminal

I ain't buy the yacht, bought the 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

Keep doin' that, I'ma break somethin'

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, break somethin'

[Chorus: Don Toliver & Playboi Carti]

Got a bitch to ride or die

Ride it just like it's on my bike (Woah-woah)

Do this all to circulate (Hold up, doin' what?)

Fuck her just to circulate (Hold up, woah-ooh)

Do it just to circulate (Hold up)

Take her just to circulate (Hold up, woah-woah)

Call her just to circulate (Hold up)

Ride it just how I like my bike

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]

Got the cup, I'm a real pharmaceuticist

Popped a Perc' and I'm all in her uterus

I'm so nasty, I fucked on a voodoo bitch

Put my card on Chanel and go ludicrous

Eighteen years, got my liquor from cougar bitches

Eighteen years, got my— cougar

Uh, I took her to Booby Trap

In my section, she gettin' her booty clapped

Stand on couches, we turnt up, they know that

This the striker, she fuck me to 4batz

She be tweakin', she ask for a Rolex

I got four killers with me, that's four 'Cats

Heard a rumor, they said I couldn't go back

I was there, this pic ain't no throwback

I don't care, I listen to Kodak

I don't care, I listen to Kodak

I don't care (Care)

[Verse 3: Kanye West]

Trappin', the cameras are [?]

[?]

Tell me you love me the [?]

Tell me you love me the mo'

Tell me you love me the mo'

Tell me you love me the mos'

Tell me you love me the mo'

Tell me you love me, we're Burberry hittin' the mall

This summer, we hittin' the mall

Position, we hittin' them all

On the Percs and we gettin' the mo'

All of my money gettin' the ta'

Somebody gettin' the ta'

Some of you gettin' the talk

Some of you get in the vault

I got the [?], it ain't my fault

Ain't my no—

It ain't my loss

It ain't my wrong

Knowing you [?]

[Chorus: Don Toliver & Ty Dolla $ign]

Got a bitch to ride a bike

Ride it just like it's on my bike (Woah—)

Got a bitch to ride a bike

Ride it just like it's on my bike (Woah-woah)

Do this all to circulate (Doin', what?)

Fuck her just to circulate (Woah-woo)

Do it just to circulate

Take her just to circulate (Woah-woah, uh-huh)

Take her on a field trip (Uh-huh)

Take her out her house (Schyeah, uh-huh)

Take her on a trip (Uh-huh)

Take her out her house

[Verse 4: Ty Dolla $ign]

Whippin' that Benz like a rental

Two hundred cash, my bitch say I'm mental (Mental)

Medical plans, I'm all in her dental (Dental)

Move like a dog, I'm fresh out the kennel (Kennel)

Niggas say, "Gas", they rollin' up fentanyl (Fentanyl)

I know some niggas still servin' like tennis

Twenty-five cash, they go get you finished

Wake up and spaz like Dennis the— (Uh)

You ain't outside, I wish it was different, uh-uh (Hey), uh-uh

You ain't outside, I wish it was different (Ooh), uh-uh, uh-uh—