[Intro]
Ash on my jeans and it's fuckin' up my gar—
Ash on my jeans and it's fuckin' up my gar—
Ash on my jeans and it's fuckin' up my garments (Plugg)
Bitch, I'm gettin' to this pape', lookin' like I'm money farmin'
Told that n***a show pape' and that n***a started stallin'
And I don't really fuck 'cause he lookin' like he starvin'
You already know who it is, man
It's DJ Phat (Plu— Plugg), flyest fat n***a you know (Plu—)
You other n***as is never competition, ya dig?

[Verse]
[?] by myself
Boofin' on this fucking gas, bitch, I'm on that top shelf
You still smokin' on that blockwork n***a, get help
Put that n***a up, then I tell that n***a, "Get well"
And he on computers, pull up, what's the deal?
Groupie ho don't give a fuck about my mental health
'Cause she only give a fuck about what's on my belt
If that n***a want smoke, thеn he gettin' dealt
Thosе 7.62s is what his ass felt
Pull up wit' that lil' uzi, make that n***a melt
Ash on my jeans and it's fuckin' up my garments (Plugg)
Bitch, I'm gettin' to this pape', lookin' like I'm money farmin'
Told that n***a show pape' and that n***a started stallin'
And I don't really fuck 'cause he lookin' like he starvin'
Pull up to her city and she wanna see me
Walk up in his spot, pour a four up in that Fiji
Believe me
And she sayin' that she need me
Eyes all on me, like they watchin' TV
[Outro]
It's PedroFlexin, man, shoutout to my n***a DJ Phat
I want her to throw up when she see me
I want her to throw up when she see me
I want her to throw up when she see—