[Verse 1: NotGreg]
I'm back on this beat, it's my first repeat
I'm smokin' that potent you'd smell down the street
Came back with my team, Not Gang the elite
I stick to my guns and I stay with my trees
My fingers sticky, roll backwoods or leaves
I don't fuck with papers just like I couldn't read
Interrogating, you won't hear a thing
Fuck the police I see them and I flee
They say I'm the G.O.A.T. I should live on a mountain
These pounds I weigh out and these hundreds I'm countin'
Never catch me frownin', this loud got me drowsy
The plug of the year always looking for outlets
You smokin' that barley I'm smokin' that cali
I meet up with Wiz and he front me the Maui
Could outsmoke Snoop Lion, Jamaica I'm flyin
I don't need no ticket, NotGreg is the pilot

[Chorus: NotGreg]
Pack your stuff
We goin' back to Jamaica
Take a puff
This preroll is medication
I'm a money maker
Got marijuana by the acre
Roll one up
This a trip to Jamaica
[Verse 2: Witte]
Hide another kilo in the living room couch
Turn the motel into a trap house
Pull up in your driveway time to check out
Everything goes but you leaving your spouse
Float like a butterfly, stingin' like a bee
Got me trainin' hard like Muhammad Ali
Bitch I'm a dog wear my heart up on my sleeve
Gucci flip flops Kith socks on my feet
Flippin' over pennies and they comin' back dimes
Everything imported but I never cross lines
I'ma be the headline of New York Times for the new rapper that's ahead of our times
First thing I'll buy when I'm rich is a foreign
Then I'll be a traveler I'll be world tourin
Germany to Sweeden then I'll hit up Florence
Over to Jamaica Not Gang this a warnin'

[Verse 3: Uriah]
3.5 in the wood now I'm soarin'
I do what I want when I want I'm important
If I see 12 behind me I'ma floor it
You ain't from the block pussy n***a you a tourist
Give a girl the pipe now her pussy the sorest
Choppa got a long nose lookin' like a swordfish
Fuck a quarter fuck a half n***a you a whole bitch
Ciroc with the kush got a young n***a so lit
Shawty got allergies, still lick the nut up
Uriah, Not Gang you know we on the come up
Trip to Jamaica your bitch bouta pull up
You say you're Not Gang but you can not fool us
Lie to me again, shots to your medulla
Came from the dirt, just like a tulip
N***as is weak, can't do a pull up
Give me a week, watch this song blow up
[Chorus: NotGreg]
Pack your stuff
We goin' back to Jamaica
Take a puff
This preroll is medication
I'm a money maker
Got marijuana by the acre
Roll one up
This a trip to Jamaica

[Verse 4: Horsey]
Three gs of blue dream stuffed up in my Russian Cream
Sparkin' on this wood with Not Gang, that's my fuckin' team
Eyes low, bloodshot, THC in my bloodstream
Snorlax lookin' buds, you can call that shit Solarbeam
Preroll filled with Marley brought it back from Jamaica
Flashin' lights, shootin' dice, bitch you know I'ma shaker
Steve Harvey type flow these bars I'ma match maker
Peep out my pocket hoe, I'm really bout that paper

[Verse 4: iLL Literate]
Go ahead, pack the duffle
We gotta leave on the double
See us in the streets and its trouble
Roll a lotta weed got a whole lotta bundles
It's me and the whole Not Gang all up on a plane just trying to get to Jamaica
Where we can go chill and smoke all the acres
We wake up to money, you wake up to K-Cup uh
Better go watch what you say bruh or
Else go and meet with your maker uh
Always been real never fake uh huh
Shouts out to Benihana
Which means, I'm good cookin'
Oh not to mention, that I'm good lookin'
It's ILL Literate but he been in booking
Been high all year but still got the footin', sheesh
[Chorus: NotGreg]
Pack your stuff
Said we went back to Jamaica
Take a puff
We smokin' loud we not blowin' vapor
I'm a money maker
We flippin' packs and we countin' paper
Roll one up
And after that you can roll another one

[Verse 5: NotGreg]
It's been a year since I dropped it, Craig's Way got me started
I only got better I proved what I'd promised
This just the beginning, Not Gang we all winning
Not Rappers couldn't make it, got Riley Reid trending
Fort Myers to Welly, Atlanta to Philly
My team takin' over, me Horsey & Witte
ILL, Juicy, Uriah no one ever try us
Jamaica's our island, now bask in our triumph
I'm gone