| Bop |
| No, No, No Days off, No Days Off, No Days Off |
| Look |
| I’m a G, I can get things patterned in a few hours |
| In the trap for a month, that’s like two showers |
| Spotify, trap house, feel like two powers |
| They ain’t ever took the risk, them man are too coward |
| LV on the shades, LV on my feet too |
| LV on my waist, beside my buckle got a blade |
| Look, rollie plain jane, my niggas don’t play |
| Couple grams in the spliff, roll up a soul plate |
| Middle fingers to the court, should’ve trapped like a sport |
| Ten racks in New York, now my luggage feelin' heavier |
| I took lessons how to whip, I took no seminars |
| You can tell from how I talk I ain’t no regular |
| Ever since I made me a fifty, I been too clean |
| Baddie in Celine in the back, mm, too mean |
| Copped a three-eight, and my bro copped two glees |
| Finna get shooty when we get a movie |
| Twin hand guns look Siamese |
| Five foot three, but she’s so feisty |
| Heard a couple niggas don’t really like me |
| Older niggas hatin' 'cause they can’t hype me |
| Twin, twin hand guns look Siamese |
| Five foot three, but she’s so feisty |
| Heard a couple niggas don’t really like me (Yo) |
| Older niggas hatin' 'cause they can’t hype me (Uh) |
| I don’t mind the hatin' if it comes high key |
| Another vacation, that’s unlike me |
| Both from LA tryna tug my jeans |
| One of them Bajan and one Guyanese |
| Before the flight leaves I get right in-between |
| Brodie told me always get rice in my Ps |
| Pasta tonight, don’t invite nobody |
| If she wanna slide then apply Vaseline |
| I got gold on my ring, gold on my teeth, wait |
| Gold doublin', hold the receipt, wait |
| Shawty won’t get involved with a cheapskate |
| She phonin', but it’s only to eat stake |
| On the contrary, it’s rare that I’m never not there |
| Top eleven, top tier |
| I told Kweng «Get 'em» and they never got near |
| Brodie my twin, but we never got pair |
| Twin hand guns look Siamese |
| Five foot three, but she’s so feisty |
| Heard a couple niggas don’t really like me |
| Older niggas hatin' 'cause they can’t hype me |
| Twin, twin hand guns look Siamese |
| Five foot three, but she’s so feisty |
| Heard a couple niggas don’t really like me |
| Older niggas hatin' 'cause they can’t hype me |