Lyrics 7 Day Notice - Yung Mal

Hold up, Spiffy on this motherfucker
Yeah

I'm just tryna stay 'float
Stack them racks and feed all my folks
Pull on the block, new body four door
You know I'm stuck with my dawgs, Cujo
They used to leave a note right on the door
Seven day notice and we gotta go
Pack it up, go to granny's and sleep on the floor
Keep them folks out your business, some shit they don't know
I done went through it all but I'm never gon' fold
Stack them racks and feed all my folks
Pull on the block, new body four door
You know I'm stuck with my dawgs, Cujo
They used to leave a note right on the door
Seven day notice and we gotta go
Pack it up, go to granny's and sleep on the floor
Keep them folks out your business, some shit they don't know
I done went through it all but I'm never gon' fold

I done been through it all but I'm never gon' fold
Niggas actin' gay while them doors be closed
Nigga went on a move and he told on the bros
He ate the cheese, still went down the road
Domo died, I was watchin' his eyes close
Seen Champ since he rolled them holes
And I gotta ride with that iron close
'Cause these niggas hate and they worser than hoes
Play me, they gotta go
I want a cloud of smoke
Plug send a thousand pounds, they sold
I need a thousand more
Stack up that cash, tryna stay afloat
Know I just upped the K to take care of my folks
Back then I was stuck in the hellhole
Now I'm stuck in the Bentley on Melrose

Tryna stay 'float
Stack them racks and feed all my folks
Pull on the block, new body four door
You know I'm stuck with my dawgs, Cujo
They used to leave a note right on the door
Seven day notice and we gotta go
Pack it up, go to granny's and sleep on the floor
Keep them folks out your business, some shit they don't know
I done went through it all but I'm never gon' fold
Stack them racks and feed all my folks
Pull on the block, new body four door
You know I'm stuck with my dawgs, Cujo
They used to leave a note right on the door
Seven day notice and we gotta go
Pack it up, go to granny's and sleep on the floor
Keep them folks out your business, some shit they don't know
I done went through it all but I'm never gon' fold

I fuck your ho one time, let her go
I chase them racks 'til my body get sore
I took them chances to get to that dough
Still in the trap, got a stick at the door
The money keep piling, the problems, you know
Got blood in my eyes, think pain, it come in my pores
Gotta feed my fam, I ain't chasing no whore
I do my show with my blower
These niggas ain't real, I done seen it before
I been goin' hard, I don't need an award
When Domo had died, it hurt me to the core
They call my phone, I ignore
I spend them racks at the Prada store
They can't believe we used to be poor
I done stayed down, whole gang wasn't for it
You gotta have heart

Just tryna stay 'float
Stack them racks and feed all my folks
Pull on the block, new body four door
You know I'm stuck with my dawgs, Cujo
They used to leave a note right on the door
Seven day notice and we gotta go
Pack it up, go to granny's and sleep on the floor
Keep them folks out your business, some shit they don't know
I done went through it all but I'm never gon' fold
Stack them racks and feed all my folks
Pull on the block, new body four door
You know I'm stuck with my dawgs, Cujo
They used to leave a note right on the door
Seven day notice and we gotta go
Pack it up, go to granny's and sleep on the floor
Keep them folks out your business, some shit they don't know
I done went through it all but I'm never gon' fold