Off Days

Off Days - G Herbo

Lyrics by：Herbert Wright

Composed by：Daniel Ivy/Luis J Diaz/Nathan Wright

But I'm still no limit

Big Oz on the keyboards

Shout out to the bros

Yeah

Uh uh uh uh

I was the only that

Was showing love and getting hate

Hate

Hate

Hate

All these days I wake up early

Stay up late I'm up

You can't see me I'm out the way

I live in different states different states

So I'll get a smoked smoked

And I'm skippin' states brrt swerve

Real or fake tryna see who real or fake

Get a sprayed I'm still

Praying this pay off pay off

But a paid you knowin' it

I don't take no day off

I be working on my day off

I been praying this pay off pay off

Mama a lil' made it

And I don't be feeling like celebrating

But every day I'm getting faded faded

And everybody 'round me know that I'm rich

Somehow I'm still plotting on a lick

Street ain't on celebrity

And I don't want to take no celebrity pics

Paranoid I got a ride with a blick blick

And I'ma score

'Cause I don't want

To even the score ayy

Picking up bag

I been on the road so much

I ain't even been touring

Remember we slidin'

Can't wait to catch

A ridin' with one

We was riding with four

Me and the bros tote poles

Stuck in the hood I was missing shows

Ain't never played with me and

They know they can't play with the bros

Locked in we gon' stay by the code

And they knowing whatever I'm saying it goes

They know it's big G Herbo

Ay there he go it's big G Herbo

Better not run up on G Herbo

'Cause he might have an

AK in the rolls yeah

They girls where

I was the only that

Was showing love and getting hate

All these days I wake up early

Stay up late I'm up

You can't see me I'm out the way

I live in different states

Different states

So I'll get a smoked smoked smoked

Now I'm skippin' states brrt swerve

Real or fake

Tryna see who real or fake

Get a sprayed

I'm still praying this pay off pay off

But a paid you

On this I don't take no day off

I be working on my day off

I been praying this pay off

Pay off pay off

Pay me out pay me out I want the max

Ain't with that what he say we out

I've been doing this for Max

Spread blood and we got tats

Real went rap to trap

Blew a hundred and fifty racks max

Uh huh

Foenem splattin' out caskets gats

And we setting up traps for a rat

Shooting a movie if it's action

I might have to pop out and attack

Shooting a movie I'm on set in a black truck

I'm hopping out of the back

Try to attack us but we was moving tactic

It was too many 'lac trucks

These n***as rap but why you rappin' 'bout us

You the same one got clapped up

I got rich off rap blogs be talking 'bout us

Them bodies ain't even attached

I be so low key be talking 'bout me

And that ain't even match up

When them shots barked I was like Rosa Parks

I'm way in the back of the bus

The bus

Bus