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It's about time, right? Where's the dro? Drama Wiz Count 'em up, bitch 28 Grams You know I stay high I pull up in my ride Shades so dark that you can't see my eyes Smoking on loud, blowing on clouds Just did a show but don't know the amount Taking your bitch if you're leaving her out You niggas so broke, you sold homie the clown Yo, she go over there Other hoes don't compare Throw them ones in the air Throw them ones in the air Kick it with hash, a nigga with cash I'm taking the money, smack it on her ass She give me good brain, she ahead of her class I came in her first but I'm leaving her last Baddest bitch in the club, gonna work something Bend it over for me, baby, gonna twerk something Aw shit, don't hurt nothing Let me spend some ends on it if it's worth something You gone pick up all this money when I throw it I roll one, I roll two One for me, one for you When we high, ain't no telling what we do Nowhere to go, so much to blow Keeping it private so nobody know Doing your thing when you slide down the pole Give you a G, you get out of control On your light 'cause you're nothing like the rest of 'em Oh, you know you're fucking with the best of 'em Shots of that gin, her and a friend We leave the club then I'm going in Soon as I'm done, we do it again Baddest bitch in the club, gonna work something Bend it over for me, baby, gonna twerk something Aw shit, don't hurt nothing Let me spend some ends on it if it's worth something You gone pick up all this money when I throw it See, many of y'all have been riding with us Smoking with us and getting money with us for a while Welcome back All hail Trap Wiz Full throttle Pittsburgh, what's up? Something's life and life is living Fucking awesome, yeah! 28 grams For y'all that don't know what 28 grams is It's an ounce of weed, preferably