FIELD TRIP lyrics

[Intro: Kanye West]
This ain't cheddar, this quiche

[Chorus: Don Toliver, Playboi Carti, Don Toliver & Playboi Carti]
Got a b*tch to ride or die
Ride it just like it's on my bike (Woah-woah)
Do this all to circulate
f*ck her, just feels like you're like
Throw it just so I can ride
Take her just so I can ride (Woah-woah)
Calling just so I can ride
Ride it just how I like my bike
Take her on a field trip
Take her on a race (Schyeah)
Take her on a trip (Schyeah)
Take her out her house

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
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 Skittle
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 f*ckin' my bones
Movin' too fast, 'bout to break somethin'
Shawty keep hidin' my phone
You keep doin' that, I'ma break somethin'
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah, break somethin'
[Chorus: Don Toliver, Playboi Carti & Ty Dolla $ign]
Got a b*tch to ride or die
Ride it just like it's on my bike
Do this all to circulate (Do that)
f*ck her, just feels like you're like (Do that)
Throw it just so I can ride (Hold up)
Take her just so I can ride (Hold up)
Calling just so I can ride (Hold up)
Ride it just how I like my bike (Hold up, uh-uh)
Take her on a field trip (Uh-uh)
Take her on a race (Uh-uh, schyeah)
Take her on a trip (Uh-uh)
Take her out her house (Huh)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Whippin' that b*tch like a rental
Two hundred cash, my b*tch say I'm mental
Medical plans, I'm all in her dental
We like a dog, I'm fresh out the kennel
n*ggas say, "Gas," they rollin' up fennel
Ain't on my level, lil' b*tch, don't reach
Always hollerin' 'bout you rich, we riche
This ain't no regular cheddar, this quiche

[Bridge: Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign]
You ain't outside, I wish it was different (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
You ain't outside, I wish it was different (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
I'm draggin' my nuts, got my di*k out the dirt
Put it right in her butt, got her twerkin' in Turks
If that my lil' b*tch, she gon' listen to Durk
In the trenches with her feelin' uncomfortable
I was crushin' on you, now I'm f*ckin' on you
Steady bussin' on you, now you love me
Haters gon' say you can just want my lil' paper
But who wouldn't want a n*gga with some money?
di*k in her stomach, I'm makin' her vomit
That foreign imported from Saudi Arabia
Like how you riding the di*k like a gangster
For Yeezy, you can turn my dealer to an angel
My name just should've been Ty
'Cause dollar signs get my di*k wet
Got a b*tch high and she out of her mind
Bae on a trip, I done took her to Six Flags

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Got a b*tch to ride or die
Ride it just like it's on my bike (Woah-woah)
Do this all to circulate
f*ck her, just feels like you're like
Throw it just so I can ride
Take her just so I can ride (Woah-woah)
Calling just so I can ride
Ride it just how I like my bike
Take her on a field trip
Take her on a race (Yeah)
Take her on a trip
Take her out her house