Elz Jenkins – Day Off

Elz Jenkins – Day Off Lyrics

Artist: Elz Jenkins
Song: Day Off

You got flaps, half G’s, G’s, teeners, 8 balls, and ounces
An ounce is 28 grams, but really it’s 28.35
An 8-ball is 3.54, and a teener is 1.77
But the dealers round down, so they pocket the extra 0.35

You following?
I might need to write this down
When it come to me and my n#gg#s
We the realest n#gg#s trappin’ out the A

Even if you disagree with my n#gg#s
Tell them p#ss# n#gg#s say it to my face
They gon’ get to swingin’ get to hoppin’ on ya
They gon’ get the Glock and get to cockin’ on ya

AK-47 yellin’ “Eastside!”
You gon’ swear they land the helicopters on ya
Good lord!
All of my n#gg#s in Heaven

All of my n#gg#s is ready
All of my n#gg#s is trippin’
All of my n#gg#s is paid
All of my n#gg#s in Heaven

All of my n#gg#s in Heaven
All of my n#gg#s in Heaven
All of my n#gg#s is ready
Drug dealer day off

Really ain’t a day off
Bullet in the head that’ll make a n#gg# lay off
A ghost see the judge get a vacay
Still wanna trap like it’s AA

No flex, n#gg# flex like Bowflex
Comin’ for a hundred mill – no less
Answer all the questions leave no guess
I was raised by the game, came like North West

Made money off your uncle, he the letter J
{?}, got my n#gg# like the letter K
Similar to Steve Young, a n#gg# wear the number eight
Leave you in the middle of “nowhere” – that the letter H

Drug dealer day off
Really ain’t a day off
Face me with the yopper n#gg# we can have a spray off
Quavo got ’em Offset, I dare a n#gg# Takeoff

f#ck any n#gg# with the same sign {?}
n#gg#s killin’ n#gg#s and the cops killin’ brothers
Either way it go this sh#t is sad for the mothers
Even kill your sister, hope a stray bullet hit ya

Hope ya wife die, {?}
I know what he think about a p#ss#
Love my girl but I don’t trust a b#tch p#ss#
Let me catch a {?}, tryna focus on my business

Man she probably come up missin’ tryna give away my p#ss# – damn!
You don’t know the stress of a trap n#gg#
You don’t know the stress of a trap n#gg#
On the wrong with ya n#gg# on the news

And ya baby mama b#tchin’ ’cause your baby mama do
Drug dealer day off
Really ain’t a day off
Count a hundred mill then I’ll probably take a day off

Homie walk a straight line until he caught a layoff
Unemployment gone now he lookin’ for a payoff
n#gg#, bust ya head, who gon’ miss you?
n#gg# sayin’ real that’s the issue

Any n#gg# with the money ain’t official, they just {?} – damn!
Fat n#gg# swaggin’ in some {?}
Curry from the arch n#gg# ball game
Cool {?} fold you up give ’em all flame

Left a Cav’ on his chest n#gg# ‘Bron James
When it come to me and my n#gg#s
We the realest n#gg#s trappin’ out the A
Even if you disagree with my n#gg#s

Tell them p#ss# n#gg#s say it to my face
They gon’ get to swingin’ get to hoppin’ on ya
They gon’ get the Glock and get to cockin’ on ya
AK-47 yellin’ “Eastside!”

You gon’ swear they land the helicopters on ya
Good lord!
All of my n#gg#s in Heaven
All of my n#gg#s is ready

All of my n#gg#s is trippin’
All of my n#gg#s is paid
All of my n#gg#s in Heaven
All of my n#gg#s in Heaven

All of my n#gg#s in Heaven
All of my n#gg#s is ready
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Release Year: 2018