So hear what I'm saying (yeah)
Let's slide into this one, yeah?
I know that you hear the original (Giggs)
But you see this one?
This one's the remix, yeah?
Hold tight gonna Dee
Hold tight Dubz
Hold tight Giggs, yeah? (Gunna)
This one's called "28 Grams"
It's Ard Bodied (yeah)
So you know all them **** are gonna do this ting, yeah?
Let's go
Hold tight Boomblast (Gunna)
You can call it a relationship
It's like I broke up with dough, the way I make it up (yeah)
I just wanna see my paper lift
Hands clipped to my paper like a paperclip (jheez)
Don't tell me to paint a pic
'Cause the pitches I give you just take a sniff (yeah)
You want 28 grams?
I just make you pay for 26
(Ooh, gonna Dee the young trapstar)
I've been over the green like a tractor (umm!)
I can't see that far
But I see my dreams with the A class (geezy)
And I'm able just to be grateful
'Cause there's no crime in my life that I've paid for (yeah)
Dude I'm doing crime every day
Out on the trap 'cause this crack pays me (jheez)
I don't own no woman, I just borrow chicks
I don't own no car, I just borrow whips (uh)
Call me George Bush Jr in this politics (yes)
'Cause I wage war sooner than them horror flicks
As for the chicks, my dick stays polished
And as for the whip, the tint stays on it
Pay homage, the whip game's on it
Started of with 28, 32 came from it (haha)
Your crew don't want it
My clip takes hollow tips
Big papa bear, now tell me where my porridge is
I might pop up, and turn you piglets into sausages
Put your foot in my shoes, now visit your chiropodist
And for you slow ****, that's the feet doctor
So if you owe figures, better speak proper (yes)
'Cause I'll G-lock ya (yes)
And I don't mean the feds when I tell a **** that I'll make him meet copper (no)
Hot-step in them damn streets
Black bandana gang, Pecky man bang heat (umm!)
What's better than mad beef? (Beef, uh, yeah)
Roll up, pepper them man's Jeep
28 grams beat
Man speaks, and they will get peppered ten man deep
Step on your man's G
Weapon in hands we
Squeeze off and tek off your man's cheek (umm)
I'm serving them rounds
I'm burning them down
Big 357 that's a murderous pound
I'm determined to prowl
**** wanna murk me
But I found out first and I turned it around (yeah)
Cops swerving around, it's an on top (top)
Docs lurking around, for the gunshot (yeah)
Fuck lurking about, blowing non stop (yeah)
The yout minding his mouth, got his lung popped
Aight
I told you, that's the remix, yeah?
But right now, we're about to get personal, yeah?
So hold tight Giggs
Hold tight Alana Faye
Cah this ones a full version, yeah?

Writer(s): Nathaniel Thompson.