FIELD TRIP [ULTIMATE VERISON] lyrics

[Intro: Kanye West & Future]
This ain't cheddar, this quiche (Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus: 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
Never gave a f*ckin', ah
Take her pus*y, write a streak (Woah-woah)
Take her on a field trip
Take her out her house (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)
Never gave a f*ckin', ah
Take her pus*y, write a streak (Woah-woah)
Take her on a field trip (Uh-uh)
Take her out her house (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
I know some n*ggas still servin' like tennis
Twenty-five cash, they go get you finished
Wake up and spaz like Dennis the— (Uh)
[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: Ty Dolla $ign]
I took her back to the BnB (Ayy)
I be blowin' her back out like TNT (Ayy)
n*ggas 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, & Playboi Carti]
Got a b*tch to ride or die
Ride it just like it's on my bike (Woah—)
Got a b*tch 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?)
f*ck her, just feels like you're like (Uh-ooh, woah-woo)
Throw it just so I can ride (Uh-ooh)
Take her just so I can ride (Uh-ooh, woah-woah)
Calling just so I can ride
Ride it just how I ride my bike (Uh-ooh, woah-woo)
Never gave a f*ckin', ah
Take her pus*y, 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 4: 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 sh*t
With my NBA, sign the NDA, brodie brought all elite sh*t
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 b*tch 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'

[Verse 5: 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
Never gave a f*ckin', ah
Take her pus*y, write a streak (Woah-woah)
Take her on a field trip
Take her on a race (Yeah)
Take her on a trip
Take her out her house

[Verse 6: 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 f*cked on a voodoo b*tch
Put my card on Chanel and go ludicrous
Eighteen years, got my liquor from cougar b*tches
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 f*ck 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
I don't care, I listen to Kodak
I don't care (Care)

[Verse 7: Lil Uzi Vert]
[?] f*ck my b*tch, prolly
Bought my b*tch, um, a new body
No I do not wear Zanotti
Gucci on me, n*gga Praddy
Richard Millie with dem' diamonds
Prolly cost more than your diamonds
Don't fix the time, it's just timeless
Talkin' to me in Ebonics
All of my jean, they 3k
I been high for like 3 days
3 different girls, in 4 ways
I don't like ice, I need more [?]
And I feel like I am the wave
[?] pulled up with a aye-, yeah
You know that Wheezy the wave, yeah
I feel like I am the uh

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah (Woah), yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah
Yeah, yeah (Woah), yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah
Yeah, yeah (Woah), yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah
I feel like I am the uh
It's all yours
It's all yours
It's all yours
It's all yours

[Verse 8: Lil Uzi Vert]
Only do cash, I don't deal with deposit
Bring me my clothes, I don't shop in the public
Nowadays Lil Uzi movin' so heartless
b*tch I'm a rockstar, I'm movin' so gnarly
I don't hold pus*y, goin' hit it regardless
f*cked a b*tch, she goin' suck it off the carpet
Car so big, I can barely park it
All white 1's, and I barely be walkin'
Cause I don't wanna crease it, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nowadays most of these n*ggas I swear they two-faced, they be too fake (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got a Patek, now look at your face (Yeah)
Don't get high with me, cause you will get laced (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[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
Never gave a f*ckin', ah
Take her pus*y, write a streak (Woah-woah)
Take her on a field trip
Take her on a race (Yeah)
Take her on a trip
Take her out her house

[Verse 9: Kanye West]
Trappin', the cameras are [?]
[?]
Tell me you love me the [?]
Tell me you love me the mo'
Tell me you love me the mo'
Tell me you love me the mos'
Tell me you love me the mo'
Tell me you love me, we're Burberry hittin' the mall
This summer, we hittin' the mall
Position, we hittin' them all
On the Percs and we gettin' the mo'
All of my money gettin' the ta'
Somebody gettin' the ta'
Some of you gettin' the talk
Some of you get in the vault
I got the [?], it ain't my fault
Ain't my no—
It ain't my loss
It ain't my wrong
Knowing you [?]

[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
Never gave a f*ckin', ah
Take her pus*y, write a streak (Woah-woah)
Take her on a field trip
Take her on a race (Yeah)
Take her on a trip
Take her out her house

[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—?)