Z – 28z Lyrics
Artist: Z
Song: 28z
Look
And I ain’t even trynna dump, but ain’t no safety on [haha
I’m sick of really dropping ashes where they hating on
The fact that I’m still scraping on this glass plate till these flakes is gone
Like f#ck it, they don’t need the mic
Rip this coke on your f#cking teeth [god damn
Chop it up to rock n roll
sh#t sound like mop and glow
Blowing on some super green
Sipping 40s on the back-route
No Ls and I can’t tell if the cops is on my #ss now
f#ck it
Cause most of y’all be rapping ’bout posted at the trapping house
During sh#t that you would brag about if you done it [real sh#t
Cause I’ve spent most of my life chasing dubs
Falling off, stacking up
Balling out and scraping funds [shit I ain’t need it
All I was ever dreaming though, was family with some green involved
Plenty shows but I’m back to nugs
[f#ck it, here we go
28 grams I’mma break that down
With at least six rounds, get to acting up
If God could see hope your grammy look [please, just this once
If not I get some f#cking stubs, just trynna make a couple bucks and be here when my kids grow up
Until then
Sipping 40s on the back route
No Ls and I can’t tell if the cops is on my #ss now
I’m f#cking
QPs in the trunk [yeah
Purple in my lungs and a ball of the funk [ugh
Sipping 40s on the back route
No Ls and I can’t tell if the cops is on my #ss now
I’m f#cking
QPs in the trunk [yeah
Purple in my lungs and a ball of the funk [ugh]
I’ve been on super hustle double like I’m tipsy again
And then we flip
And then we flip, flip
C’mon
[Yeah, Lon Gotti
I saw my momma
I’m about my dollars
I used to post a ball of fama with them bags of scamma
Young and hustling for a check
Try and stack some commas
Staying ready for that flex, so I pack a llama [woo
Yeah
I’m out here standing on my own two
I ain’t even tripping because I know what the stove do
I could get to whipping, work my wrists and get to blipping
p#ss#, weed and prescription
Pop my Ps for a purpose
To put a P in position
And ever since I was a young-ing I got plenty cake
I used to use my shoe box for a piggy bank
When y’all was word searching, I was curb serving
Every 24 hours I’m moving 28
You see what the money make
I dummy shake and bum a eighth [ugh
And flip it to this 28 again and still plugging fades
Told you “get gritty”
You get muddy wake
I love a break [yeah
I kick back and blow one-hundred flakes at dummy rates
My whole family blowing trees, grew up in the clouds
Make my money bake, watch it rise then I take it out [go get that
What you talk about, I pick ’em up and lay ’em out
Cellphone chirp, curb serve then I’m backing round
Tilted the lock of the poet, they knowing I’m openly posting my 5s and true
f#ck with the team and I’m serving ya green all the circles and preens so we’re ominous dude [now let me see this sh#t
Let’s get higher than I ever been
Flip pounds on my relatives and put my family on this pedestal
If I got cookies in the trunk
And he love wide place to go on and book me in a bunk
Chopping Ramen for the plug
0-5 will miss me when I duck
Sipping 40s on the back route
No Ls and I can’t tell if the cops is on my #ss now
I’m f#cking
QPs in the trunk
Purple in my lungs and a ball of the funk
Sipping 40s on the back route
No Ls and I can’t tell if the cops is on my #ss now
I’m f#cking
QPs in the trunk
Purple in my lungs and a ball of the funk
I’ve been on super hustle double like I’m tipsy again
And then we flip
And then we flip, flip
C’mon
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From the album:
The Purcell Album – Alfred Deller & Consort
Release Year: 2019