Field Mob - K.A.N. lyrics

field mob, i'm shawn J and him, thats boondoc

i represent the south, and thats the way i'm a keep it

if u got game then peep it, its the southern way

i wouldn't have it no other way, so mutha fuck what the others say,

love it or leave.

yes its hard but its fair, gotta hustle to get it

keep grindin and grindin, and soon u will get it, the struggle is in me, thats

how i had to live, thats why i'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit,

mashin the flo master to the floor, petal to the metal hear the dual pipes

roar, wanna be a balla shot caller, twenty inch blades

skinny benny tryin to get paid

chorus

we them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map, ridin heavy big bodies

and vogues

we drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swishers and boy we love fucking them

hoes(repeat)

damn real i'm a country ass nigga, shawn show no shame

bare-foot on your block selling rock cocaine

georgia boy from the south spit when i talk,

smack when i eat, from the field pimp when i walk

whoa, lil daddy he ain't even not ready

field mob come ridin a stretch box chevy,

follow me now, i'm a take you where the good dope at call it butter

where the hood folks at, in the gutter

stay low, keep movin nah you can't stop

them boys infrared dot your du-rag and tanktop

that guerilla coke grown

suburban word with more grams than a old folks home

now this the way i slang dick every which a way,

best get your bitch and pray she don't wanna get with J

but if i do mack your bitch,

you just shit outta luck like leprechaun laxative

chorus

i get sick if i ain't home in the south u can hear it in my voice

watch i get on the track and ride like a rolls royce

and lean in it, spit sixteen, supreme splendid

tipsy from tangueray with tangerines in it

they say the south slow, folk whats the speed limit?

nah, fuck the speed limit these bustas need gimmics

the game like a skinny girl pussy, deep

so deep, you could park a limosine in it

all in my green tinted, d's in it chevy caprice in it

on mean 20's paint shinin like oil sheens in it

leanin on white blunts, so fresh so clean in it

it ain't sprite or water then don't u drink in it

6:15 in beatin up your spleen in it

tricks dream to be in it, just to be seen in it

flex, mug mean in it

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