Lil Durk
FIELD TRIP (Original)
[Intro]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Got a bitch to ride a bike
Ride a circus on my bike (Whoa-whoa)
Doin' this syrup to circulate (Doin', what?)
Fuck her just to make her late (Ah, whoa-woo)
Do it just to rock her life
Take it just to rock her life (Whoa-whoa, ah)
Call her just to rock her life (Yeah, ah)
Ride it just like ridin' my bike (Whoa-woo, ah)
Never gave a fuckin'—, ah
Take her pussy, write a streak (Whoa-whoa, ah)
Take her on a field trip (Ah)
Take her out her house (Schyeah, ah)
Take her on a trip (Ah)
Take her out hеr house

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti & Don Toliver]
(Ah, ah)
Schyeah (Ah), schyeah
Uh, I'm spittin' that vеnom
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 & Playboi Carti]
Got a bitch to ride a bike
Ride a circus on my bike (Whoa)
Got a bitch to ride a bike (Hold up)
Ride a circus on my bike (Hold up, whoa-whoa)
Doin' this syrup to circulate (Hold up, doin', what?)
Fuck her just to make her late (Hold up, whoa-woo, ah)
Do it just to rock her life (Hold up)
Take it just to rock her life (Hold up, whoa-whoa, ah)
Call her just to rock her life (Ah)
Ride it just like ridin' my bike (Whoa-woo, ah)
Never gave a fuckin'—, ah (Ah)
Take her pussy, write a streak (Whoa-whoa, ah)
Take her on a field trip (Ah)
Take her out her house (Schyeah, ah)
Take her on a trip (Ah)
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 Benz 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
N***as say, "Gas", they rollin' up fentanyl
I know some n***as 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)
N***as 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 $ign]
Got a bitch to ride a bike
Ride a circus on my bike (Whoa)
Got a bitch to ride a bike
Ride a circus on my bike (Uh-uh, whoa-whoa)
Doin' this syrup to circulate (Uh-uh, doin', what?)
Fuck her just to make her late (Uh-uh, whoa-woo, ah)
Do it just to rock her life (Uh-uh)
Take it just to rock her life (Uh-uh, whoa-whoa, ah)
Call her just to rock her life (Ah)
Ride it just like ridin' my bike (Uh-uh, whoa-woo, ah)
Never gave a fuckin'—, ah
Take her pussy, write a streak (Whoa-whoa, ah)
Take her on a field trip (Ah)
Take her out her house (Schyeah, ah)
Take her on a trip (Ah)
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
Went and 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 a bike
Ride a circus on my bike (Whoa)
Got a bitch to ride a bike
Ride a circus on my bike (Whoa-whoa)
Doin' this syrup to circulate (Doin', what?)
Fuck her just to make her late (Ah, whoa-woo)
Do it just to rock her life
Take it just to rock her life (Whoa-whoa, ah)
Call her just to rock her life (Yeah, ah)
Ride it just like ridin' my bike (Whoa-woo, ah)
Never gave a fuckin'—, ah
Take her pussy, write a streak (Whoa-whoa, ah)
Take her on a field trip (Ah)
Take her out her house (Schyeah, ah)
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 hips
I bought that ho some new hips
I got that ho too hip
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—?)