28Hrs Inn (feat. KLE Messiahh & CTE 3)

28 hours in we on ya ass you f*ck with my money bitch you gone do the dash You got me fucked 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' fuckin' 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 fucked 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 fuckin' 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 fucked 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 fucked up, I'll f*ck your bitch She thuggin' with the fuckin' 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' fuckin' crash Cause when she get that green light, we gon' do the dash And we ain't fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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