MP3 
(Ay, yeah, ay, ay)
Pittaplug, double cup
Running to the juug
Count it up, running' for this bag
Hit the plug, tell my boy wassup
Man I need that sshh...
Drop in my cup
Man I feel that shit
This is Pittaplug, I just
Woke up in a lab
Like Rick and Morty (ya)
Man I need some gas fill up with a forty
Every since I got these bags now she call me shorty
I still remember the past where she left me on read (ay, yeah)
And now I'm here
Rolling up exotic
Yeah my bitch from overseas (yeah)
Cozinhando plug vendo o dinheiro fluir
Esses manos 'tão queimando
E 'tá caindo no meu pix (ayy)
Pittaplug, double cup
Running to the juug
Count it up, running' for this bag
Hit the plug, tell my boy wassup
Man I need that sshh... (pow, pow, pow)
Drop in my cup
Man I feel that shit
This is Pittaplug
Pittaplug, double cup
Running to the juug
Count it up, running' for this bag
Hit the plug, tell my boy wassup
Man I need that sshh...
Drop in my cup (Ay)
Man I feel that shit
This is Pittaplug
(Okay, pittaplug, okay, okay)
(Pittaplug, ay, ay, yeah)
