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Don Toliver - Field Trip Version 12 Lyrics

Lyrics from 3/9/24 Listening Party

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Schyeah

[Chorus: Don Toliver & Playboi Carti]
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride a circus on my bike (Woah-woah)
Doin' this syrup to circulate (Doin', what?)
Fuck her just to make her late (Woah-ooh)
Do it just to make her late
Take her just to make her late (Woah-woah)
Call her just to make her late
Ride it just how you ride a bike (Woah-woah)
Take her on a field trip, take her on a ride (Schyeah)
Take her on a trip to take her out her house (Schyeah)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Uh, I'm spittin' out venom
The baby not real, it's not in 'em
Send 'em a letter, I kill 'em
Close that boy door, we dismiss him
I done got too high, just a little
And I'm out my mind, just a little
Red Lambo', red Skittles
Double O-5, we criminal
I ain't bought a yacht, bought a 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 sum'
Shawty keep hidin' my phone
You keep doin' that, I'ma break sum'
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah, break sum'
[Chorus: Don Toliver & Playboi Carti]
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride a circus on my bike (Woah-woah)
Doin' this syrup to circulate (Doin', what?)
Fuck her just to make her late (Woah-ooh) (Hold up)
Do it just to make her late (Hold up)
Take her just to make her late (Woah-woah) (Hold up)
Call her just to make her late (Homicide)
Ride it just how you ride a bike (Woah-woah)
Take her on a field trip, take her on a ride ('Chyeah) (Ah-ah)
Take her on a trip to take her out her house (Ah-ah-ah)

[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
My new Yeezy hat, give my lil' ho that
My new Yeezy hat, give my lil' ho that
My new Yeezy hat, give my lil' ho that
My new Yeezy hat, give my lil' ho that
My new Yeezy hat, give my lil' ho that
My new Yeezy hat—
[Chorus: Don Toliver & Ty Dolla Sign]
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride a circus on my bike (Woah—)
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride a circus on my bike (Woah-woah)
Doin' this syrup to circulate (Doin', what?)
Fuck her just to make her late (Woah-ooh)
Do it just to make her late
Take her just to make her late (Woah-woah)
Call her just to make her late
Ride it just how you ride a bike (Woah-woah) (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Take her on a field trip, take her on a ride ('Chyeah)
Take her on a trip to take her out her house (Uh-uh, uh-uh)

[Verse 3: 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
Move like a dog, I'm fresh out the kennel
Niggas say, "Gas", they rollin' up 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, ooh, uh-uh (Shee'), uh-uh
I took her back to the BnB (B)
I be blowin' her back out like TNT (T)
Niggas blowin' her phone up, it's DND (D)
I'm like, "Say what you want", you not seein' me (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 (B)
Let her shop at Chanel, only time she can rock a C
[Chorus: Don Toliver & Ty Dolla Sign]
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