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Don Toliver - Field Trip Demo Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride 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)
Call her just to circulate
Ride it just how I like my bike (Woah-woo)
Never gave a fuckin', ah
Take her pussy, write a streak (Woah-woah)
Take her on a field trip
Take her out her house (Schyeah)
Take her on a trip
Take her out her house

[Interlude: Playboi Carti & Don Toliver]
(Ah, ah)
Schyeah (Ah), schyeah

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Uh, I'm spittin' that vеnom
The baby not real, it's not in 'em
Sеnd '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—)
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-woo)
Do it just to circulate (Hold up)
Take her just to circulate (Hold up, woah-woah)
Call her just to circulate (Ah)
Ride it just how I ride my bike (Woah-woo)
Never gave a fuckin', ah (Ah)
Take her pussy, write a streak (Woah-woah, ah)
Take her on a field trip
Take her out her house (Schyeah)
Take her on a trip
Take her out her house

[Interlude: Ty Dolla $ign & Don Toliver]
Uh-uh, uh-uh (Ah)
Uh-uh (Ah), uh-uh (Ah)

[Verse 2: 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 (Ayy)
I be blowin' her back out like TNT (Ayy)
Niggas blowin' her phone up, it's DND (Ayy)
I'm like, "Say what you want", you not seein' me (Ayy)
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 (Ayy)
Let her shop at Chanel, only time she can rock a C
[Chorus: Don Toliver & Ty Dolla $ign]
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride it just like it's on my bike (Woah—)
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride it just like it's on my bike (Uh-ooh, woah-woah)
Do this all to circulate (Uh-ooh, doin', what?)
Fuck her just to circulate (Uh-ooh, woah-woo)
Do it just to circulate (Uh-ooh)
Take her just to circulate (Uh-ooh, woah-woah)
Call her just to circulate
Ride it just how I ride my bike (Uh-ooh, woah-woo)
Never gave a fuckin', ah
Take her pussy, write a streak (Woah-woah)
Take her on a field trip
Take her out her house (Schyeah)
Take her on a trip
Take her out her house

[Verse 3: Lil Durk & Don Toliver]
Eleven cars in the garage, ten automatic (Ah), one car's stick shift (Ah)
Elon Musk, ain't met him yet (Ah), 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 just like it's on my bike (Woah—)
Got a bitch to ride or die
Ride 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)
Call her just to circulate
Ride it just how I like my bike (Woah-woo)
Never gave a fuckin', ah
Take her pussy, write a streak (Woah-woah)
Take her on a field trip
Take her out her house (Schyeah)
Take her on a trip (Trip)
Take her out her house (Set)

[Outro: Playboi Carti & Don Toliver]
What you say? (Ah)
I take her on a field trip (Ah)
I put her on a field trip (Ah)
I bought that ho some new lip
I bought that ho some new heels
I bought that ho some new heels
I got that ho too hill
I put her on a road trip
I take her on a field trip (What you say?)
I take her on a field trip (What you say?)
I take her on a field trip (What you say?)
I take her on a field trip (What you—?)