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Don Toliver - Field Trip Rolling Loud Version Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride it just like it's on my bike
Doin' this syrup to circulate
Fuck her, just feels like you're like
Throw it just so I can ride
Take her just so I can ride
Calling just so I can ride
Ride it just how I like my bike
Take her on a field trip
Take her on a run
Take her on a trip
Take her out her house

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Whippin' that bitch like a rental
Two hundred cash, my bitch say I'm mental
Medical plans, I'm all in her dental
We like a dog, I'm fresh out the kеnnel
Niggas say, "Gas," they rollin' up fentanyl
I know somе 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)
You ain't outside, I wish it was different, uh-uh (Shee'), uh-uh
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride it just like it's on my bike
Doin' this syrup to circulate
Fuck her, just feels like you're like
Throw it just so I can ride
Take her just so I can ride
Calling just so I can ride
Ride it just how I like my bike
Take her on a field trip
Take her on a run
Take her on a trip
Take her out her house

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Schyeah, schyeah
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]
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride it just like it's on my bike
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride it just like it's on my bike
Doin' this syrup to circulate
Fuck her, just feels like you're like
Throw it just so I can ride
Take her just so I can ride
Calling just so I can ride
Ride it just how I like my bike
Never gave a fuckin'—, ah
Take her pussy, write a streak
Take her on a field trip
Take her on a run
Take her on a trip
Take her out her house

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
I took her back to the BnB
I be blowin' her back out like TNT
Niggas blowin' her phone up, it's DND
I'm like, "Say what you want", you not seein' me
Ain't no dirt on your shovel, you pay the fee
Yeah, we heard about you, B-I-T-C-H, capital the letter B
Let her shop at Chanel, only time she can rock a C
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride it just like it's on my bike
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride it just like it's on my bike
Doin' this syrup to circulate
Fuck her, just feels like you're like
Throw it just so I can ride
Take her just so I can ride
Calling just so I can ride
Ride it just how I like my bike
Never gave a fuckin'—, ah
Take her pussy, write a streak
Take her on a field trip
Take her on a run
Take her on a trip
Take her out her house

[Verse 4: Lil Durk]
Eleven cars in the garage, ten automatic, one car's stick shift
Elon Musk, ain't met him yet, I gave her two Teslas and a G6
Vanish mode don't count for loyal hoes, they the ones gon' delete shit
With my NBA, sign the NDA, brodie brought all elite shit
The trenches call me the GOAT, but they don't really know, it's goals I ain't reach yet
Van Cleef and a private chef, you can trick a bitch to have rich sex
Bro out for murder, he movin' strategic
Got a few twins, they flew in from Egypt
Real city girl, think she Caresha
Voice of the trenches, I stand for the people
Grew up with killers, I slept with the reaper
Name on the list, get the Rollie for cheaper
Scratch off the list, I did two off a eater
Baby mamas tryna make me look evil
You ain't got money, I'm tryin' not to see you
You better be lucky, I'm humble and rich
Go to the Mecca, I cut off the wicks
Cool with the DA to stay out the pen'

[Chorus: Don Toliver & Playboi Carti]
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride it just like it's on my bike
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride it just like it's on my bike
Doin' this syrup to circulate
Fuck her, just feels like you're like
Throw it just so I can ride
Take her just so I can ride
Calling just so I can ride
Ride it just how I like my bike
Never gave a fuckin'—, ah
Take her pussy, write a streak
Take her on a field trip
Take her on a run
Take her on a trip
Take her out her house (Say)

[Outro: Playboi Carti]
What you say?
I take her on a field trip
I put her on a field trip
I bought that hoe some new lip
I bought that hoe some new hips
I bought that hoe some new hips
I got that hoe too hip
I put her on a road trip
I take her on a field trip
I take her on a field trip
I take her on a field trip
I take her on a field trip