27 Grams

[Intro] The trap's the trap 'cause it's a trap, they gotta know that It's called the trap because it's a trap, that's what I always say That's it, like, whatever way you're trapping Trapping's fraud, robbery, trapping in traps It's a trap, you're caught in it The cycle, it's vicious, you know what I'm saying? And to break this cycle Lagga [Chorus] Twenty-seven grams It was one G short, I couldn't take it back bro, I had to sell it fast Hit the trap and make sure I've got enough for every cat Then tell the plug on the next re, "I need an extra back" Twenty-seven grams It was one G short, I couldn't take it back bro, I had to sell it fast Hit the trap and make sure I've got enough for every cat Then tell the plug on the next re, "I need an extra back" [Verse] The cheek of it, he thought I wouldn't notice He tried to pull a fast one and tried to sugarcoat it But the trap can't stop, I've gotta keep it rolling Twenty-twenties in my pack like I was stuck in COVID First time I seen my stack, I almost somersaulted Couple racks from a pack and some good promotion But I'm still owed a little bit, I need to fully motion So now I'm back in the city with the plug like Huh, where's the rest? My juvenile just landed in the mountains like air cadets Every time the pack comes short, you wanna air my texts So make sure you add my extras when you prepare my Z Young boys, the street life's not a joke To make it out G, you're gonna need a lot of coke And a lot of dough and a lot of poles But fun and jokes aside though Now I'm twenty-nine grams up in Savannah's crib Dyson shot's phone just rung, told her "Have me six" I'm only halfway done but I got cats to fix I'll slap the six, circle back quick and start to wrap the Riz I'm only halfway done but I can't miss a beat I'm in the streets, fishbowls are weak, I had to tint my veeks He said he only wanted three, I had to kiss my teeth More time, you've gotta diss the fiends But I'm not stopping I gave Joe a sample, he couldn't stop coughing I poured some Wray in the Rex, tryna hot-wash it Had to call Narmz like, "Help, this is not locking" I was in a crack house, my niggas crop shopping I took a loss and moved along, I was spot hopping My runner went AWOL, I had to one-bomb him Make him drop, pick him back up and then one-bomb him [Chorus] Twenty-seven grams It was one G short, I couldn't take it back bro, I had to sell it fast Hit the trap and make sure I've got enough for every cat Then tell the plug on the next re, "I need an extra back" [Outro] He's for the higher IQ people, not everyone can do it If I have to reverse psychology on you motherfuckers Then that's what I've gotta do but not everyone can do it bro Cah I got mandem still in the trizzy now