28 hours in we on ya ass you f*ck with my money bitch you gone do the dash
You got me f*cked up, playing with me I stand on 28, bidness up in my sleep When I walk up in these streets, nigga, don't f*ck me I used to go by Madmann, now I'm a Goblin King 28 hours a week, my niggas grindin' in they sleep We gon' f*ckin' eat every day of the week
Niggas gon' f*ck with me, they gon' call the police
I don't give a f*ck about 12, yeah, you know I'm givin' hell
Bitch, you got me f*cked up, think I'm stupid Get off your period, bitch, you know this
Shit just clueless I tell these niggas no lie, bitch, you know
I'm in this shit I don't give a f*ck about a nigga or a bitch
I bang KLE , RoughRiches,CaveWorldWide, Ønek be the brand, bitch, you know we step outside
I tell these niggas the truth, why the f*ck would I tell lies
My white boy named Clay, he don't sell, y'all
Yeah, he wise
He stand on f*ckin' bidness, he a real nigga You f*ck with him, best believe, yeah, we
Drill, niggas I tell these niggas we don't play that shit
We stand on bidness, in T-Vegas You run up on me, my nigga, CT gon' lay shit
These niggas pure d bitches
Get off your period, you got me f*cked up, yeah, I stand on bidness
I tell these niggas I'm the truth, y'all, I'll never quit
I'm with this shit, you got me f*cked up, I'll f*ck your bitch
She thuggin' with the f*ckin' klique, yeah, I'm a madmann
They know the truth about my story, I'm a badmann
You f*ck with me and my klan, we gon' get your ass
I tell these niggas I don't play, cause we won't spare your ass
I swear to God on my mama, we gon' f*ckin' crash
Cause when she get that green light, we gon' do the dash
And we ain't f*ckin' with 12, cause we ain't goin' to jail I swear to God, we give them hell behind the booth and cell
You know we ruthless with this shit, we bet we f*ck your bitch
You know she thuggin' with the klique, cause she with the shit
And she know I don't play this shit, cause I be sellin' shit
Real dope f*ckin' feen, yeah, she with the shit
I tell this bitch, stop playin' CT, tell this shit
Hop out the car, we walk shit down and go and get em with the jackboyz a young nigga who swipin' shit like Tinder Everybody around me keep that fie you know we stick though, just like gererals
Why you shot em hold on don't ask about that, lil' bitch, I don't remember Put this shit up on my wrist, guess it what he cost me bout a ten
My lil' pistol know the alphabet, this bitch an FNN
Paranoid know when we catch him, be the day, meet his end ARP got double D's and these lil' bitches look like twins chop got a reflex, sight, red dot, catch him through the lens
Rollin' dese hoes back to back, we damn near twenty-eight, innn