28z Z (of Firing Squad) (Ft. Lon gotti)

[Verse 1: Z]
Look
28z in the trunk, four-fifths in the front (yeah)
And I ain't even trynna dump, but ain't no safety on (haha)
I'm sick of really dropping ashes where they hating on
The fact that I'm still scraping on this glass plate till these flakes is gone
I always knew Z would make the cheese
Like fuck it, they don't need the mic
Rip this coke on your fucking teeth (god damn)
Chop it up to rock n roll
Shit sound like mop and glow
Blowing on some super green
Sipping 40s on the back-route
No Ls and I can't tell if the cops is on my ass now
Fuck it
Cause most of y'all be rapping 'bout posted at the trapping house
During shit that you would brag about if you done it (real shit)
Cause I've spent most of my life chasing dubs
Falling off, stacking up
Balling out and scraping funds (shit I ain't need it)
All I was ever dreaming though, was family with some green involved
Plenty shows but I'm back to nugs
(Fuck it, here we go)
28 grams I'mma break that down
With at least six rounds, get to acting up
If God could see hope your grammy look (please, just this once)
If not I get some fucking stubs, just trynna make a couple bucks and be here when my kids grow up
Until then