Songtext Off days G Herbo

Off days

But I'm still No Limit
(Big OZ on the keyboard and shit) Ayy (Shoutout to the bros)
Yeah
Uh (Uh-huh)
Uh

I was the only nigga that was showing love and getting hate
All these days I wake up early, stay up late (I'm up late)
You can't see me, I'm out the way, I live in different states (Different states)
So I'll get a nigga smoked and I'm skipping state (Brr, Swerv')
Real or fake, try and see who real or fake
Get a nigga sprayed, I'm still praying this shit pay off (Brr, brr)
But a nigga paid (You knowing it), on this shit I don't take no day off
I be working on my day off, I been praying this shit pay off (Uh)

Mama, your lil' nigga made it
And I don't be feeling like celebrating shit, but every day I'm getting faded (Faded)
And everybody 'round me know that I'm rich, but somehow I'm still plotting on a lick
Street nigga, ain't no celebrity, shit, and I don't wanna take no celebrity pics
Paranoid, I gotta ride with a blick
And I'ma scorer 'cause I wanna even the score (Ayy)
Picking up bag, I been on the road so much, I ain't even touring
Remember we was sliding and can't wait a nigga riding with one, we was riding with four
Me and the bros toting poles, stuck in the hood, I was missing shows
Nigga ain't never play 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
Niggas, they know it's Big G Herbo, ayy, there he goes, it's Big G Herbo
Better not run up on G Herbo 'cause he might have a AK in the Rolls, yeah (Uh, there goes Swerv')

I was the only nigga that was showing love and getting hate
All these days I wake up early, stay up late (I'm up late)
You can't see me, I'm out the way, I live in different states (Different states)
So I'll get a nigga smoked and I'm skipping state (Brr, Swerv')
Real or fake, try and see who real or fake
Get a nigga sprayed, I'm still praying this shit pay off (Brr, brr)
But a nigga paid (You knowing it), on this shit I don't take no day off
I be working on my day off, I been praying this shit pay off

Pay me out, pay me out, I want the max
Ain't with that, what he say? We out
I been doing this shit for Max
Spread blood and we got tats
Real bitch went and wrapped the Track'
Blew a hundred and fifty racks max (One-fifty, uh-huh)
Foenem splatting out 'Cats and Scats
And we setting up traps for a rat
Shooting a movie, if it's action, I might have to hop out and attack
Shooting a movie, I'm on set in the black truck, I'm hopping out of the back
Tried to attack us, but we was moving tactic, it was too many 'Lac trucks (Uh)
These niggas rap, but why you rapping '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 to us
I be so low-key, niggas be talking 'bout me and that shit ain't even matching up
When them shots spark, I was like Rosa Parks, I'm way in the back of the bus (Back of the bus)