[Intro]
(Respected)
(Mondo on the beat, what’s poppin’?)
Yeah
[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Kevin Gates]
Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I can make a brick lock
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I can make a brick lock (Tony)
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Ridin’ with my dawgs, that’s a pit stop (Pit stop)
Droppin’ chicken off, that’s a Wingstop (Wingstop)
Show me all my sons out of wedlock, yeah (Ooh)
Got the Draco in the headlock, tryna dodge a cell block
Nigga full of bedrock (Bedrock)
Got the whole look off the catwalk, uh
Got it out the mud, out the asphalt (Asphalt)
Shorty you so fine, have the look in your eyes
With a big ol’ booty, it’s yo ass fault (Ass fault)
Told a nigga I know your kind
If you came on my side, would’ve robbed you with the mask off (Mask off)
Told my young niggas don’t crash out (Crash out)
Never let him know where the stash house (Stash house)
Millionaire friends with the blacked-out mirror
With the racks out, make his scale tap out (Tap out)
Turkey bag on top of turkey bags (Turkey bags)
Digit scale on top of digit scale (Digit scale)
Glock .40 on Glock .40 (Baow)
All while I had a record deal (Yeah)
Why a nigga stayed in Riverdale? (True)
Heard them niggas try and kiss and tell (Damn)
Tried to charge nephew with a body
Somebody OD’d on Fentanyl
[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Kevin Gates]
Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I can make a brick lock
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I can make a brick lock (Ooh)
[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Shakin’ back off a juice fast
Gorilla died, went vegan
Diamond link chain bling in the coupe fast
Killer flyin’ down, seekin’ fifteen spread, two or three bad looters (Shhh)
Ten grams tryna jump even
Cook ’em in Sprite, vanilla extract, still taste
We ain’t been speakin’ plug
I’m really one of them (Yeah)
The nigga you braggin’ on, I probably fronted him
Your family put up for collateral
You go to ride in the passenger, punish him
Eight million dollars for a major ton load
Thirty-three M’s when you get the clip goin’
Boat hit the dock it was already sold
Real street nigga with a mouth full of gold (Bah-bah)
If I get arrested my bail paid (Yeah)
Project, I stay by the railway (Yeah)
I stood on the block, then I got me a spot
Now my daughter go shop for some Chanel frames (Yeah)
Tracking device on the back of the car
But I’m thuggin’, I know how to sell weight (Yeah)
Acquirin’ my cut, I’m controllin’ the gutta
Bitch, I’m from the slum where they sell age
[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Kevin Gates]
Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I can make a brick lock
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I can make a brick lock (Ooh)
[Outro]
Let me tell y’all somethin’
Body a nigga right, body a nigga really cap
I’ll run through the god damn apartment
Bend the block down to my stupid ass
I done fifteens in the muhfucka for that esé
Said I’m gon’ fold
Nigga I ain’t
Niggas talking ’bout who the fuck that is?
But that nigga ain’t gettin’ money
Boy, fuck you boy
I been gettin’ money, hell is you doin’ boy?
You the lame ass fuck, nigga every been talking about
Swear you will get money, you are not gettin’ money
Yeah, I know your sister
[?] get no money like, yeah, yeah
I really told you the truth
Yeah I been hitting em