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