7.62s yuke
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[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 nigga show pape' and that nigga 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 nigga you know (Plu—)
You other niggas 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 nigga, get help
Put that nigga up, then I tell that nigga, "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 nigga want smoke, thеn he gettin' dealt
Thosе 7.62s is what his ass felt
Pull up wit' that lil' uzi, make that nigga 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 nigga show pape' and that nigga 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
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 nigga show pape' and that nigga 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 nigga you know (Plu—)
You other niggas 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 nigga, get help
Put that nigga up, then I tell that nigga, "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 nigga want smoke, thеn he gettin' dealt
Thosе 7.62s is what his ass felt
Pull up wit' that lil' uzi, make that nigga 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 nigga show pape' and that nigga 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
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