Say he gotta boatload coming in
Let me try that
Let me get a zip of your purest, purest weed
Off the strength
Kill
I came up robbing for crumbs
28 Grams, I'ma work it
My block know Banks was frontline and my Momma thought I was perfect
Straight out the pot I was bubbling
Watched a few clowns in the circus
My lungs filled up with earth
Please dont hit my line, bitch I'm working
Knew I was lit from the start
Represent the Park with a purpose
Come get all you can imagine
If he sweet, I'ma tax him
Whats the lick? Whats the raffle?
You gone watch me do magic
The way that money 'bout to flip, these niggas expecting a rabbit
Push all the weed inside the bambu, what I'm smoking is lavish
She gone go when I tell her to, like, the shit automatic
I got a way with my words, I'm the nigga that Webster be asking
Rest up to Nipsey, ain't know him, just got the news the shit happened
I'm in my bag now
F*ck the tag now
Bitch we up
I can brag now
Turn your radio's on, nigga thats us
I don't know what the hell this nigga Les do
But got dammit he's clutch, nigga
God planned it
The sky is tangible
Now they all got to pay their way
I ain't really feeling yall vibes
I dont wanna talk no business
And I dont really see your angle
And I dont really got no interest
And I dont gotta drip like them
No I dont gotta rap like Kendrick
Lil' nigga, I'm Banks, & Banks been on man time his whole existence
Ay' I been on a roll, I dont flex it
You a crash dummy, you decked it
She run the bath water, we naked
She give him mad stories in them text's
Im getting ass photos in a message
Bottom line is we so opposite
That your ass might be a tethered ay
I came up robbing for crumbs
28 Grams, I'ma work it
My block know Banks was frontline and my Momma thought I was perfect
Straight out the pot I was bubbling
Watched a few clowns in the circus
My lungs filled up with earth
Please dont hit my line, bitch I'm working
I came up Robbing for crumbs, 28 Grams i'ma work it
28 Grams i'ma work it
I came up Robbing for crumbs, 28 Grams i'ma work it
28 Grams i'ma work it
My lungs filled up with earth
Please dont hit my line bitch I'm working
B-Jay Banks - 28 Grams Lyrics
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Say he gotta boatload coming in
Let me try that
Let me get a zip of your purest, purest weed
Off the strength
Kill
I came up robbing for crumbs
28 Grams, I'ma work it
My block know Banks was frontline and my Momma thought I was perfect
Straight out the pot I was bubbling
Watched a few clowns in the circus
My lungs filled up with earth
Please dont hit my line, bitch I'm working
Knew I was lit from the start
Represent the Park with a purpose
Come get all you can imagine
If he sweet, I'ma tax him
Whats the lick? Whats the raffle?
You gone watch me do magic
The way that money 'bout to flip, these niggas expecting a rabbit
Push all the weed inside the bambu, what I'm smoking is lavish
She gone go when I tell her to, like, the shit automatic
I got a way with my words, I'm the nigga that Webster be asking
Rest up to Nipsey, ain't know him, just got the news the shit happened
I'm in my bag now
F*ck the tag now
Bitch we up
I can brag now
Turn your radio's on, nigga thats us
I don't know what the hell this nigga Les do
But got dammit he's clutch, nigga
God planned it
The sky is tangible
Now they all got to pay their way
I ain't really feeling yall vibes
I dont wanna talk no business
And I dont really see your angle
And I dont really got no interest
And I dont gotta drip like them
No I dont gotta rap like Kendrick
Lil' nigga, I'm Banks, & Banks been on man time his whole existence
Ay' I been on a roll, I dont flex it
You a crash dummy, you decked it
She run the bath water, we naked
She give him mad stories in them text's
Im getting ass photos in a message
Bottom line is we so opposite
That your ass might be a tethered ay
I came up robbing for crumbs
28 Grams, I'ma work it
My block know Banks was frontline and my Momma thought I was perfect
Straight out the pot I was bubbling
Watched a few clowns in the circus
My lungs filled up with earth
Please dont hit my line, bitch I'm working
I came up Robbing for crumbs, 28 Grams i'ma work it
28 Grams i'ma work it
I came up Robbing for crumbs, 28 Grams i'ma work it
28 Grams i'ma work it
My lungs filled up with earth
Please dont hit my line bitch I'm working
Let me try that
Let me get a zip of your purest, purest weed
Off the strength
Kill
I came up robbing for crumbs
28 Grams, I'ma work it
My block know Banks was frontline and my Momma thought I was perfect
Straight out the pot I was bubbling
Watched a few clowns in the circus
My lungs filled up with earth
Please dont hit my line, bitch I'm working
Knew I was lit from the start
Represent the Park with a purpose
Come get all you can imagine
If he sweet, I'ma tax him
Whats the lick? Whats the raffle?
You gone watch me do magic
The way that money 'bout to flip, these niggas expecting a rabbit
Push all the weed inside the bambu, what I'm smoking is lavish
She gone go when I tell her to, like, the shit automatic
I got a way with my words, I'm the nigga that Webster be asking
Rest up to Nipsey, ain't know him, just got the news the shit happened
I'm in my bag now
F*ck the tag now
Bitch we up
I can brag now
Turn your radio's on, nigga thats us
I don't know what the hell this nigga Les do
But got dammit he's clutch, nigga
God planned it
The sky is tangible
Now they all got to pay their way
I ain't really feeling yall vibes
I dont wanna talk no business
And I dont really see your angle
And I dont really got no interest
And I dont gotta drip like them
No I dont gotta rap like Kendrick
Lil' nigga, I'm Banks, & Banks been on man time his whole existence
Ay' I been on a roll, I dont flex it
You a crash dummy, you decked it
She run the bath water, we naked
She give him mad stories in them text's
Im getting ass photos in a message
Bottom line is we so opposite
That your ass might be a tethered ay
I came up robbing for crumbs
28 Grams, I'ma work it
My block know Banks was frontline and my Momma thought I was perfect
Straight out the pot I was bubbling
Watched a few clowns in the circus
My lungs filled up with earth
Please dont hit my line, bitch I'm working
I came up Robbing for crumbs, 28 Grams i'ma work it
28 Grams i'ma work it
I came up Robbing for crumbs, 28 Grams i'ma work it
28 Grams i'ma work it
My lungs filled up with earth
Please dont hit my line bitch I'm working
Writer: B Williams
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