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28 Bitch I'm smokin 28 gramz
We got pounds of weed and
We smokin the whole ounce (Whoop)
We get faded and we goin ham (Whoop)
And if you need some bitch we
Cut them halfs
28, 28 Gramz, 28, 28 gramz
28, 28 Gramz
Smokin on that loud bitch
We blowin up the whole house

Just got a fresh bag of this shit
One swift rip all it takes and I'm lit
Got myself a new bitch
Say she the one not playing games
You know I'm always switching lanes
Gotta check her birth certificate
Before I even think imma hit

Ditch her and her lies
Before I'm compromised
The fucks wrong with you
Just tell me the truth
You don't know who you're fucking with
They talk about me like I'm a myth
High up I'm on cloud 9
Smokin' on that fine pine
Got someone snorting my line

Never been about this life
Seems to cause a lotta strife
Amongst the youth of this
Small town, hell bound
All of us no matter what we do

We're always doing something wrong
Even if you feel you're not
I'm living my best life
Free from this social construct
Telling us what we should be
Worried we're not enough
About time we take another puff
Sit back and have

28 Bitch I'm smokin 28 gramz
We got pounds of weed and
We smokin the whole ounce (Whoop)
We get faded and we goin ham (Whoop)
And if you need some bitch we
Cut them halfs
28, 28 Gramz, 28, 28 gramz
28, 28 Gramz
Smokin on that loud bitch
We blowin up the whole house

Obviously packin more than 28
Put it on a scale it got weight
Like a trip to whole different place
Chasin the highs a death race
Catch us chillin at the lot
Gotta watch out for the opps
Ain't takin my pot

Come over chill in the kitchen
I can see this bitch itchin
She's just tryna to get rippin
On this fuckin big bong
Climb high like I'm King Kong
Bang it like a gong
While bangin to this song
It's not gonna be long
Before I'm red in the eyes
Soaring up in the skies
All night we'll chase these highs
Keep it up until my brain fries
Vision fading faster than I am
Smoke flowing like a fuckin dam
Times slower than a fuckin tram

We're always doing something wrong
Even if you feel you're not
I'm living my best life
Free from this social construct
Telling us what we should be
Worried we're not enough
About time we take another puff
Sit back and have

28 Bitch I'm smokin 28 gramz
We got pounds of weed and
We smokin the whole ounce (Whoop)
We get faded and we goin ham (Whoop)
And if you need some bitch we
Cut them halfs
28, 28 Gramz, 28, 28 gramz
28, 28 Gramz
Smokin on that loud bitch
We blowin up the whole house

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