[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
This is a DJ Phat exclusive!
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Walk up in the function and I got my Smith & Wesson
You say you a plug with those grams, why you stressin'?
Off the molly, I go crazy, off the xans, I'm finessin'
When I got that glizzy in my hands, you know I'm pressin'

[Verse]
His bitch threw me neck and bought me clothes, she a blessing
Good Junya, yeah, you know that's what I'm dressed in
I ain't had shit so that's why I'm always flexin'
All these garments Japanese, fuck a Saks Fifth
Takahiro jeans, what I keep the racks in
Bitch, stop flexin’ and that pussy don’t know fashion
He a broke boy, he a goofy, he a has-been
Paint job on the Tesla and it look like ice cream
She a nat-nat, I don’t care if she don’t like me
We got big guns, yeah, you can’t fight me
12 on my ass, they tryin’ to indict me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, (D-D-D-DJ Phat!), yeah