BAK N THA FIELD

Yeah, put 'em down

Let the beat breathe, Jizzle

Let the beat breathe, gangsta

Rich **** shit

Put 'em down and stick 'em, **** actin' like bitches

Hella choppers off the ground, now we up with the richest

Put his homie in a wheelchair, we paid the visit

Put that bitch back in the field, after fuckin' we finished

Rich gang, no talkin', big brains, big honka

Big fame, shit talkin', know we be barkin', bitch

Know we be talkin' shit, big money shinin', bitch

Know we be lyin' and shit, big timin', flyin', bitch

****, I got choppers in the bushes, choppers in the alley

Choppers everywhere in the twenty-seven hundredth block of Valence

On the corner of Magnolia, 'round the corner from Baptist

Was young and off the chain, in the middle of the action

Me, Bear, L.T. and Wappy was known to make it happen

I was only fourteen, Birdman would front us a package

First, I had on the Balance, I rocked 'em with the Polo

Only seventh grader with him, had to put on a show though

Eighth grade, copped that four door, Grand Am for the low-low

Ninth grade, bust they ass, bubble like Lexus on the mo-most

After that, hoes was out for me, tenth grade, school was out for me

Caught my second body, beefin' hard, **** was out for me

P.O.G. was out for me, Dana got this house for me

Get full of that dope and shit, ride that dick all night for me

Old City can vouch for me, I been down, I been G

I am him, I am he, from Uptown, I been street

That thirteenth, that's my hood, that's my set, that's my zone

You're on your own, you get caught in it with no pass, that's how it goes

****, I am the King, fresh out of the bane

Ask 'bout B.G., they'll say, "I am New Orleans"

Been reppin' it since my teens, since Girbauds and white tees

When Lil Wayne, my lil' brother wanted to be just like me

This all real, this all true, these no lies, these all facts

That **** Jizzle back, ****, go and hashtag that

Put 'em down and stick 'em, **** actin' like bitches

Hella choppers off the ground, now we up with the richest

Put his homie in a wheelchair, we paid the visit

Put that bitch back in the field, after fuckin' we finished

Rich gang, no talkin', big brains, big honka

Big fame, shit talkin', know we be barkin', bitch

Know we be talkin' shit, big money shinin', bitch

Know we be lyin' and shit, big timin', flyin', bitch

Yeah, you **** know what it is, man

B-Jizzle, your number one original Hot Boy back

Rich Gang

Live and in livin' color

**** been gone, **** thought I lost it, man

This just a warm-up

This is to let you **** know you in trouble

You heard me? Streets is mine, man

Coming for that number one spot

You **** either gon' surrender it or I'm taking it by force

You heard me?

Real **** in the building