No Days Off!
I go hard for team yea I can't no days off
I had to trap can't make shit at a day job
He said he shooting but I know that they soft
Call up almxghty he slide with the AR
I chase the money that shit on my radar
Pop up on a opp and hop out I'm like y'all
Ball with my team but i don't ever play ball
Work for yourself or somebody gon play y'all
Ooh
I get the pack and I move it quick
Call up my bro's and they might get to shooting shit
Filled up my walled with green like I puked in it
You say you on it I don't see you doing shit
Uh
I'm out here doing shit hearing yall plot
I'm just tryna stack my way up to top
Gucci on my back stained up from the wok
Shorty love me said she like how i talk
You can't jugg me don't think this what it's not
Never shook me that's why I don't got opps
Smoking cookie till the day that I drop
And yo homies like sandals I know they gon flop
Play yo bitch like a banjo she throwing that that top
Walk out the bando hit stains with my mop
Feelin like thanos Might snap where's my drop
Not lighting no candles boy this a hot box
I can't see shit might go blind from the pressure
Smack on her ass from behind I'm so extra
That bitch she stay on my line she won't text ya
Boy you a nobody I never met ya
I don't care bout ya this money my mission
Smoke all the doe hit the bowl like I'm a shittin
Clutching the pole my heart cold I got mittens
Make some real moves or nobody gon listen
I had to grind and go hard feel the friction
Drippin designer goyard ain't no liquid
I got some time to go hard I'ma risk it
Beam on the chop it shoot far I'm not missing
I go hard for team yea I can't no days off
I had to trap can't make shit at a day job
He said he shooting but I know that they soft
Call up almxghty he slide with the AR
I chase the money that shit on my radar
Pop up on a opp and hop out I'm like y'all
Ball with my team but i don't ever play ball
Work for yourself or somebody gon play y'all
I faced a wood now I'm stuck on the sofa
I stretch my money out just like it's yoga
Hotbox the bucket slide ina Toyota
Got a Mexican plug and he sell them pistolas
I'm tryna fuck why you think you came over
My girl got mad because I can't stay sober
I need a bag and some bread like a toaster
I got the drip someone hand me a coaster
I'll get shit hot ain't no condensation
I'm on the block ain't no conversation
Ice on my watch feel like I'm ice skatin
Aim at his top gta he get wasted
Roll up a wood just to face it
Homies switch up had to lane switch
Won't fuck that bitch cause she basic
She want my dick let her taste it
Smoked the whole O now my ass knocked out
Trappin out the school why would I drop out
I feel like franklin might bring my chop out
Did him dirty I'ma laugh while he pout
Pockets they be filled with them old dudes
Ooh, I know you a bitch that's old news
I just go and chase the money like im posed to
Moving funny them I just might have to ghost you
I go hard for team yea I can't no days off
I had to trap can't make shit at a day job
He said he shooting but I know that they soft
Call up almxghty he slide with the AR
I chase the money that shit on my radar
Pop up on a opp and hop out I'm like y'all
Ball with my team but i don't ever play ball
Work for yourself or somebody gon play y'all
I had to trap can't make shit at a day job
He said he shooting but I know that they soft
Call up almxghty he slide with the AR
I chase the money that shit on my radar
Pop up on a opp and hop out I'm like y'all
Ball with my team but i don't ever play ball
Work for yourself or somebody gon play y'all
Ooh
I get the pack and I move it quick
Call up my bro's and they might get to shooting shit
Filled up my walled with green like I puked in it
You say you on it I don't see you doing shit
Uh
I'm out here doing shit hearing yall plot
I'm just tryna stack my way up to top
Gucci on my back stained up from the wok
Shorty love me said she like how i talk
You can't jugg me don't think this what it's not
Never shook me that's why I don't got opps
Smoking cookie till the day that I drop
And yo homies like sandals I know they gon flop
Play yo bitch like a banjo she throwing that that top
Walk out the bando hit stains with my mop
Feelin like thanos Might snap where's my drop
Not lighting no candles boy this a hot box
I can't see shit might go blind from the pressure
Smack on her ass from behind I'm so extra
That bitch she stay on my line she won't text ya
Boy you a nobody I never met ya
I don't care bout ya this money my mission
Smoke all the doe hit the bowl like I'm a shittin
Clutching the pole my heart cold I got mittens
Make some real moves or nobody gon listen
I had to grind and go hard feel the friction
Drippin designer goyard ain't no liquid
I got some time to go hard I'ma risk it
Beam on the chop it shoot far I'm not missing
I go hard for team yea I can't no days off
I had to trap can't make shit at a day job
He said he shooting but I know that they soft
Call up almxghty he slide with the AR
I chase the money that shit on my radar
Pop up on a opp and hop out I'm like y'all
Ball with my team but i don't ever play ball
Work for yourself or somebody gon play y'all
I faced a wood now I'm stuck on the sofa
I stretch my money out just like it's yoga
Hotbox the bucket slide ina Toyota
Got a Mexican plug and he sell them pistolas
I'm tryna fuck why you think you came over
My girl got mad because I can't stay sober
I need a bag and some bread like a toaster
I got the drip someone hand me a coaster
I'll get shit hot ain't no condensation
I'm on the block ain't no conversation
Ice on my watch feel like I'm ice skatin
Aim at his top gta he get wasted
Roll up a wood just to face it
Homies switch up had to lane switch
Won't fuck that bitch cause she basic
She want my dick let her taste it
Smoked the whole O now my ass knocked out
Trappin out the school why would I drop out
I feel like franklin might bring my chop out
Did him dirty I'ma laugh while he pout
Pockets they be filled with them old dudes
Ooh, I know you a bitch that's old news
I just go and chase the money like im posed to
Moving funny them I just might have to ghost you
I go hard for team yea I can't no days off
I had to trap can't make shit at a day job
He said he shooting but I know that they soft
Call up almxghty he slide with the AR
I chase the money that shit on my radar
Pop up on a opp and hop out I'm like y'all
Ball with my team but i don't ever play ball
Work for yourself or somebody gon play y'all
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Writer(s): Ayden Gallagher
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