[2 Chainz:]
Respected!
(Mondo on the beat, what's poppin'?)
Tony, yeah

[2 Chainz {Kevin Gates}:]
Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
{Add an extra gram for the Ziploc} (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
{Graduated, I can make a brick lock}
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
{Add an extra gram for the Ziploc} (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
{Graduated, I can make a brick lock} (Tony)

[2 Chainz:]
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Ridin' with my dawgs, that's a pit stop (Pit stop)
Droppin' chicken off, that's a Wingstop (Wingstop)
Show me all my sons out of wedlock, yeah (Ooh)
Got the Draco in the headlock
Tryna dodge a cell block, nigga full of bedrock (Bedrock)
Got the whole look off the catwalk, uh
Got it out the mud, out the asphalt (Asphalt)
Shorty you so fine, have the look in your eyes
With a big ol' booty, it's yo ass fault (Ass fault)
Told a nigga I know your kind, if you came on my side
Would've robbed you with the mask off (Mask off)
Told my young niggas don't crash out (Crash out)
Never let him know where the stash house (Stash house)
Millionaire friends with the blacked-out mirror
With the racks out, make his scale tap out (Tap out)
Turkey bag on top of turkey bags (Turkey bags)
Digit scale on top of digit scale (Digit scale)
Glock .40 on Glock .40 (Baow)
All while I had a record deal (Yeah)
Why a nigga stayed in Riverdale? (True)
Heard them niggas try and kiss and tell (Damn)
Tried to charge nephew with a body
Somebody OD'd on Fentanyl

[2 Chainz {Kevin Gates}:]
Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
{Add an extra gram for the Ziploc} (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
{Graduated, I can make a brick lock}
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
{Add an extra gram for the Ziploc} (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
{Graduated, I can make a brick lock} (Tony)

[Kevin Gates:]
Shaking back off a juice fast
Gorilla diet, went vegan
Diamond link chain bling in the coupe fast
Killers flyin' down seekin'
Fifteen spread, two or three bad, losing (Shhh)
Ten grams, tryna jump even
Cooked 'em in Sprite, vanilla extract, still tick
We ain't been speakin'
Plug, I'm really one of them (Yeah)
The nigga you braggin' on, I probably fronted him
Your family put up for collateral
You go to rat