[Chorus]
Gash better know, pimp on flows
Gash better know, pimp on road
It's me, Jack Nasty
So shut your mout
Gash better know, I'm a G code
I said gash better know I wear name brand clothes
It's me, Jack Nasty
So shut your mout

[Verse 1]
When I go out, I wear name brand clothes
That way I'm only gonna draw name brand hoes
Like Stormin, I wear my trousers low
And gash goes sick by the way that I pose
Gash throw their knickers and bras at my shows
Not a pimp but I move pimpish though
Bare sexy gyal dem wanna sing my flows
Ask Kylie, she knows
Knows about me
My Prps cost 330
Matching top cost 220
Gucci loafers cost 270
I ain't even dressed and that's nearly a G
My grey Timmy Timbs cost 140
Burberry socks and boxers, 115
Blue oneaway shades from D&G
Cost 230, shut your mout

[Chorus]
Gash better know, pimp on flows
Gash better know, pimp on road
It's me, Jack Nasty
So shut your mout
Gash better know, I'm a G code
I said gash better know I wear name brand clothes
It's me, Jack Nasty
So shut your mout

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a name brand lad
Next year, I might put my name on a cap
True, this year, I made a little change and that
I might go Foxtons, cop a little name brand flat
I'm name brand so I put my name on a tat
Tats on my arm, my chest and my back
I've been name brand from way, way back
From Stevie [?] used to bun tape pack
If you're not name brand, I just don't care
If I rock a tracksuit, gotta be Nike Air
When I go raves, don't drink beer
Now I drink champagne, Courvoisier
Now I use [?] cigarettes
And a likkle bit of lemon when I bill my head
Used to rock Chippy way back in the day
Before the berg ever got icy 'ere

[Chorus]
Gash better know, pimp on flows
Gash better know, pimp on road
It's me, Jack Nasty
So shut your mout
Gash better know, I'm a G code
I said gash better know I wear name brand clothes
It's me, Jack Nasty
So shut your mout

[Verse 3]
Cop new garms every other week
When it comes to style, can't chat to me
See me in the video of "Girls Love N.A.S.T.Y"
​iTunes, yeah, they wanna download me
Everybody knows my style is unique
Everything I do, they wanna try and copy me
Nowadays, everybody wants a Blackjack beat
Thinking they're gonna be big like Seek
Nah, rudegirl, get off my D
I to the C-K, H-O-E
Back in the days, didn't wanna know me
Now I'm getting big, yeah, you wanna phone me
I don't wanna link, I ain't that lonely
I've got name brand gash if I'm feeling horny
I don't link with gash that's got babies
I don't link with gash that don't make Ps

[Chorus]
Gash better know, pimp on flows
Gash better know, pimp on road
It's me, Jack Nasty
So shut your mout
Gash better know, I'm a G code
I said gash better know I wear name brand clothes
It's me, Jack Nasty
So shut your mout

[Verse 4]
Hoe, see that gash? She's a likkle slag
'Cause I don't want her, she's getting mad
Look at all the MCs that she's banged
Heartless fucked her, then she went mad
So Solid's fucked her, then she went mad
Them boys in the hood fucked her, she went mad
Lethal, Kano, that looks bad
I ain't gonna lie, I fucked that hag
Tried to make Ps but she's still on my sack
Why'd she do that? It must be the crack
And now she's getting battered by the Movement camp
And now she want a little bit of Dirtee and Stank
Don't touch her 'cause she's dirty and stank
Gash better know I'll slap that slag
I don't hit women but I'll beat scumbags
Gash better know I'll slap that fag

[Chorus]
Gash better know, pimp on flows
Gash better know, pimp on road
It's me, Jack Nasty
So shut your mout
Gash better know, I'm a G code
I said gash better know I wear name brand clothes
It's me, Jack Nasty
So shut your mout, hoe