Field Trip

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

[Chorus: Don Toliver & Playboi Carti]
Got a b¡tch to ride a bike
Ride a circus on my bike (Woah-woah)
Doing this syrup to circulate
Fμcκ her just to make her late
Do it just to rock her life
Take it just to rock her life (Woah-woah)
Call her just to rock her life
Ride it just like I ride my bike
Take her on a field trip
Take her on a ride (Schyeah, pluggg)
Take her on a trip (Schyeah)
Take her out her house

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Uh, I'm spitting out 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
And I'm out my mind, just a little
Red Lambo', red 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 fμcκ¡ng my bones
Moving too fast, 'bout to break somethin'
Shawty keep hiding my phone
Keep doing that, I'ma break somethin'
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, break somethin'

[Chorus: Don Toliver, Playboi Carti & Ty Dolla $ign]
Got a b¡tch to ride a bike
Ride a circus on my bike (Whoa-whoa)
Doing this syrup to circulate (Hold up)
Fμcκ her just to make her late (Hold up)
Do it just to rock her life (Hold up, hold up)
Take it just to rock her life (Hold up, hold up)
Call her just to rock her life (Hold up)
Ride it just like I ride my bike (Hold up, uh-uh)
Take her on a field trip (Uh-uh)
Take her on a ride (Uh-uh, schyeah)
Take her on a trip (Uh-uh)
Take her out her house (Huh)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Whipping that Benz 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¡ɡɡαѕ say, "Gas", they rolling up fennel
Ain't on my level, lil' b¡tch
Don't reachAlways hollering 'bout you rich, we riche
This ain't no regular cheddar, this quiche
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 dragging my nuts, got my d¡cκ out in the dirt
Put it right in her butt, got her twerking in Turks
That my lil' b¡tch, she gon' listen to Durk
In the trenches with her feeling uncomfortable
I was crushing on you, now I'm fμcκ¡ng on you
Steady bussing on you, now you love me
Haters gon' say you can just want my lil' paper
But who wouldn't want a n¡ɡɡα with some money?
D¡cκ in her stomach, I'm making her mine
That foreign imported from Saudi Arabia
Like how you riding the d¡cκ like a gangster
For Yeezy, you can turn my dealer to an angel
My name just shoulda been Ty
'Cuz dollar signs get my d¡cκ wet
Got my b¡tch high as ѕh¡t, she out of her mind
Bae on the trip, I done took her to Six Flags

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Got a b¡tch to ride a bike
Ride a circus on my bike (Woah-woah)
Doing this syrup to circulate
Fμcκ her just to make her late
Do it just to rock her life
Take it just to rock her life (Woah-woah)
Call her just to rock her life
Ride it just like riding my bike
Take her on a field trip
Take her on a ride (Schyeah)
Take her on a trip
Take her out her house