Nasty Jack - Don't Catch the Field lyrics

[Verse 1] All my donnies that's real, know what I'm saying When I say don't catch the field Man wanna owe me a rack, then talk mad Tell a man don't catch the field Somebody lied, somebody might get skied Tell a man don't catch the field Talk and squeal just for a likkle man deal Tell a man don't catch the field And man wanna flex on me like they're B-I-G Till I pull up on dem, give dem little Cs You don't wanna see me squeeze Feel like a prick if I don't get cheese Could get clapped in the ride Or could get clapped on sight In these streets, cuz, you don't know about greaze No food in the house but you've got that green lowkey [Chorus] Man ah get kweff kwaff kway Man ah get kweff kwaff kway (Jack'Um) Man ah get kweff kwaff kway Man ah get kweff kwaff kway (Nast) Man ah get kweff kwaff kway Man ah get kweff kwaff kway (Jack'Um) Man ah get kweff kwaff kway Man ah get kweff kwaff kway [Verse 2] Two eight balls and a scale, could go hell But I've gotta lick them cells Can't chat sh**, can't get nuttin' on flick True, I need money for bail Jack'Son, he never talked, locked in a cell Mum never raised no girl One-two scuff, one-two move on the wing Then I'll hop out the bing like O-double, O-double-P-S, O-double-P-S n***as wanna hate but they still wanna be S Cause I get gwop, cause I go blind like "what?" Cause I'm fully on that BS Youngers? We ain't got them Everyone boss from we've got food and a leng Hackney kid, just wanna stack, get big Then I wanna hop out the ends [Chorus] Man ah get kweff kwaff kway Man ah get kweff kwaff kway (Jack'Um) Man ah get kweff kwaff kway Man ah get kweff kwaff kway (Nast) Man ah get kweff kwaff kway Man ah get kweff kwaff kway (Jack'Um) Man ah get kweff kwaff kway Man ah get kweff kwaff kway [Verse 3] Yeah, I think I'm J Avalanche, trap-trap-trapping all week Don't be catting that D Screw my ex, that b**h ratted on me I could've had a rally, it's peak Can't get peace, true, in the valley, it's deep If you ain't got no Ps Tell them guys, me and them ain't no size Dem boy are not from street Jack'Son, run up on dem and clart it Could've been frontline, Golborne Road or SB market All of my dogs in pen, true, all of my dogs are barking Know what you're starting Kodak, Canon, but I ain't starring No, we ain't parring, dem boy are garbage Yeah, they are far from the hardest [Chorus] Man ah get kweff kwaff kway Man ah get kweff kwaff kway (Jack'Um) Man ah get kweff kwaff kway Man ah get kweff kwaff kway (Nast) Man ah get kweff kwaff kway Man ah get kweff kwaff kway (Jack'Um) Man ah get kweff kwaff kway Man ah get kweff kwaff kway