[Intro]
Twone Shot That nigga! Gangsta shit nigga, what? Dumb!
Austin On That Track
Yeah
What
Gang shit, look
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm in the field, really pickin', yeah
Bake 'em like a biscuit
What, look, look30
[Chorus]
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm the one that's really in the field picking niggas
The game over, check the scoreboard, nigga we winnin'
I guess y'all niggas need a practice, we really be spinnin'
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm the one that's really in the field picking niggas
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm the one that's really in the field picking niggas
[Verse 1: Scotty Cain]
I'm in the field, Glock 30S, equipped with a dick
Face shot for them bitchass niggas who been talkin' shit
And when I up and hit, I scope nigga, it's all in
And I'm with banging, I'm with whoever who'll fall in
Go on a rampage and drop them bitches back to back
I'm standing on whatever I say nigga that's a fact
It's hard when you spend it on a nigga's that's the rats
'Cause you [play?] when you squeeze, you gon' cancel that
Look, nigga I'm 'bout that, clutch 2 Glocks when I walk out the house
Nigga play with me and guess what? I'ma pick his stupid flunky ass off
I ain't trippin' if I gotta drop a bag on a nigga, 'cause bitch I'm a boss
Gotta pay the cops, fuck the laws
Whatever you catch, knock his ass off
If I gotta start taking yo shit, you know how I go dealing with go-getters
We killing, don't give a fuck burn some more niggas
And I'ma show you how to [show/shoot?] niggas
Up the 4-5 and I'ma blow niggas
I'm gettin' money can't be with no poor niggas
'Cause the move, they gon' try to go with it
Headshot with the big 4 nigga
[Chorus]
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm the one that's really in the field picking niggas
The game over, check the scoreboard, nigga we winnin'
I guess y'all niggas need a practice, we really be spinnin'
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm the one that's really in the field picking niggas
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm the one that's really in the field picking niggas
[Verse 2: Scotty Cain]
Ay, I ain't trippin' on nigga, come try I'ma send one
Yeah, send one of them flunky niggas I'ma show you how to zip one
And when the hit done, I'ma go lay over with my bitch, she been begging to get some
And I'ma tell her fuck me good and set the next nigga up that's [?]
All that gang shit, we don't believe in no [?] bustin' these niggas heads
And I ain't trippin', I paralyze nigga, fuck his life up now he can't use his legs
So how the fuck you gon' run when I double [?] try to get your head
You like a turtle in this race, I'ma catch you standing over you, now you dead
We don't use masks where we come, 'cause we know we gon' [?] some
In the daytime [?] with the 4-5, in nighttime I got a big some
And we ain't tryna stick nothing, catch him lackin' and I zip something
And I ain't trippin' on whoever falling behind you, 'cause I'm rolling around [?]
[Chorus]
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm the one that's really in the field picking niggas
The game over, check the scoreboard, nigga we winnin'
I guess y'all niggas need a practice, we really be spinnin'
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm the one that's really in the field picking niggas
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm the one that's really in the field picking niggas
[Verse 3: Bama]
[UNDER CONSTRUCTION]
[Chorus]
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm the one that's really in the field picking niggas
The game over, check the scoreboard, nigga we winnin'
I guess y'all niggas need a practice, we really be spinnin'
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm the one that's really in the field picking niggas
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm the one that's really in the field picking niggas
