OFF DAY (feat. Mil-6)

I'm a six figure hitta for sure I'm always on time, don't need Adderall Miami be the scene like the Heat man I ball Leave em out of breath, they need Albuterol I need one game f*ck a seven series Sittin' in the back, chauffeur driving seven series 96 Tupac gone, two years later he reborn Asto in the kitchen and I'm cooking up a storm Two years later and I'm cooking on the wok yeah Twenty years later they waiting for the album drop yeah When they gonna catch me, I never fucking stop F*ck a red lights, I stay running from the cops yeah And I'm off yeah And I'm off yeah And I'm off yeah, yeah It's a off day motherfucker Know I'm off motherfucker yeah Aye I just spent 20 bands on a whip huh Steppin in Miami with ya fucking bitch huh Always fresh to death we ready for some flicks huh No introductions just know brodie got the blick huh They know I been gas so hit me the lighter fluid JFK to LAX booked I'm always moving I see the future with my gang puffing on em zooties Class in session, turn the opps into fucking students Might just throw a lituation for the hell of it My flow givin hell but this shit is really heaven sent Tryna go against me I'll make you dumb irrelevant Get you stomped out twice like the lady and elephant Glam boy energy make sure that you run it back Issa flex when I drop sitting on a hunnit stacks Minds too powerful this aura etch you like a shaded tat Foreigns only, won't catch me dead in a scat pack Boring for me, where the Beamer and benz at? Scoring low-key could never jump on the bandwag' Starting five is day ones our jerseys is all black I'm just preaching for the mandem Is yo man dumb Why he hating oh so random? Cuz his bitch join my fandom? Cuz yo bitch trynna join the crew an AND1 She said she rocking Walmart And 1s I heard mad stories, that's a sad one And I'm off yeah And I'm off yeah And I'm off yeah, yeah It's a off day motherfucker Know I'm off motherfucker yeah