Field

[Intro: Merky ACE]

Cool

[Chorus: Merky ACE]

Don, I'm on the field

With the dogs that really get gully

Two shot in a man's head

Then we bounce like bunny

Don, I'm on the field

With the dogs and nuttin' ain't funny

Do shots out of that Z till it's dead

Get another one, we tryna get money

Don, I'm on the field

With the dogs that really get gully

Two shot in a man's head

Then we bounce like bunny

Don, I'm on the field

With the dogs and nuttin' ain't funny

Do shots out of that Z till it's dead

Get another one, we tryna get money

[Verse 1: Merky ACE]

Spent mad nights on the curb side

Four man deep, everybody was starve out

Told man that I got dirts when I didn't

When he came and pulled them rars out

I was rolling ten Zs deep with RD

We got the zip cars out

Silly nitties eat nuttin' but raw garlic all day

Don't wanna sort the yard out

Nope, took turns, did chips

Once they wash up inna that hard house

Get the elevator

One floor up and walk down

Yeah

I ain't even gotta talk 'bout

How I roll through brick city with the something on my lap

I was scoping yards out

Darg is O-T-Y

'Cause he kept up with too much greazing

JB HMP

Heart hurt every time that I see him

Fuck Her Majesty

Bitch better free him

When he comes out

Man are skirting and skeeting

Don't wanna see me

Up in this beef ting

Six shot

And I sling teeth in

Round of applause for a greeting

If I rise up, then I'm beating

I ain't inna misleading

Bap, backfire? Then I'll tear a man's cheek in, rah

[Chorus: Merky ACE]

Don, I'm on the field

With the dogs that really get gully

Two shot in a man's head

Then we bounce like bunny

Don, I'm on the field

With the dogs and nuttin' ain't funny

Do shots out of that Z till it's dead

Get another one, we tryna get money

Don, I'm on the field

With the dogs that really get gully

Two shot in a man's head

Then we bounce like bunny

Don, I'm on the field

With the dogs and nuttin' ain't funny

Do shots out of that Z till it's dead

Get another one, we tryna get money

[Verse 2: Tre Mission]

Everyting dun when the semi ting drum

We ain't even gotta reload

I don't even know how that feel

You ain't even get a reload

Everyting dead

Ting just start smoke like Ego

Brick of the cess

And it come from yard like negro

Still tryna redose, still tryna re-up

And I got true white blocks like Cee Lo

Tryna get my P up, shouldn't even be up

Gyal wanna spike man's head like G Note

I was in greaze mode, everyting greaze down

Dance in the Danforth, man ah get beat down

Dem time dere I had the heat round

Dem man dere you wouldn't be round

Everywhere I go, it's VP now

Everywhere I go, I bring the Milly with me

Might do a DT run right quick

And every time I go, I bring the tings with me

Doing Kenzo life, niggas know what it is

So I ain't even gotta bring the fizzy with me

Same way, though, I've got the nizzy with me

Shout my niggas getting to the Lizzy with me

Even though I'm giving up crud

I ain't giving up road, everyday I do street

Come through, lay you down, I ain't even lose sleep

Man ah really do dirt, niggas do with loose leaf

My niggas move purp, hit the road and use heat

Them niggas do dirt, hit the net and do tweets

Hot boy, too heat, young nigga from the 6

Skirt, skirt in the whip, jump out, let it beat

[Chorus: Merky ACE]

Don, I'm on the field

With the dogs that really get gully

Two shot in a man's head

Then we bounce like bunny

Don, I'm on the field

With the dogs and nuttin' ain't funny

Do shots out of that Z till it's dead

Get another one, we tryna get money

Don, I'm on the field

With the dogs that really get gully

Two shot in a man's head

Then we bounce like bunny

Don, I'm on the field

With the dogs and nuttin' ain't funny

Do shots out of that Z till it's dead

Get another one, we tryna get money