“FIELD TRIP” is a new English song by Kanye West and Ty Dolla $ign from the album “Vultures 2” featuring Don Toliver, Playboi Carti, and Kodak Black. The lyrics of “FIELD TRIP” are penned by Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign, Don Toliver, Playboi Carti, Kodak Black, Wheezy, and Dez Wright. The music is produced by Wheezy, Dez Wright, and The Legendary Traxster. This brand-new music video was released on August 3, 2024. Read the full lyrics to the song “FIELD TRIP” by Kanye West with Ty Dolla $ign.
FIELD TRIP Lyrics
Got A B!tch To Ride A Bike
Ride A Circus On My Bike (Whoa-whoa)
Doin’ This Syrup To Circulate
Fu*k Her Just To Make Her Late
Do It Just To Rock Her Life
Take It Just To Rock Her Life
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)
Take Her On A Trip (Schyeah)
Take Her Out Her House
Uh, 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 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 Fu*kin’ My Bones
Movin’ Too Fast, ’bout To Break Somethin’
Shawty Keep Hiding My Phone
Keep Doin’ That, I’ma Break Somethin’
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, Break Somethin’
Got A B!tch To Ride A Bike
Ride A Circus On My Bike (Whoa-whoa)
Doin’ This Syrup To Circulate (Hold Up)
Fu*k 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)
Take Her On A Trip (Uh-uh)
Take Her Out Her House (Huh)
Whippin’ 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
Niggas 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
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)
I’m Draggin’ My Nuts, Got My D!ck Out In The Dirt
Put It Right In Her Butt, Got Her Twerkin’ In Turks
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 Fu*kin 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 Nigga With Some Money?
D!ck In Her Stomach, I Make Her A Bunny
That Foreign Imported From Saudi Arabia
Like How You Riding The D!ck Like A Gangster
For Yeezy My Dealer Turn To A [?]
My Name Just Shipped In Time
’cause Dolla $Ign, Give Will Do It
Got My B!tch High As Shit, She Out Of Her Mind
Bae On The Trip, I Done Took Her To Six Flags
