Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2 (LPFJ2)

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Yeah (Listening to Pretty Flacko, nigga) Yeah, yeah Woo, yeah Yeah [Verse 1] Who the jiggy nigga with the gold links? (Yeah) Got me reminiscin' 'bout my old day Three 6, suck a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day Boomin' out the trap through the hallway Tell me, what you niggas know about it? (Uh) Auntie sayin' turn it down, or she finna call the cops We be plottin' on the opps, she the one who got the drop Just a free quick fix of the A, and it's okay They gon' take me back to my old ways I was tryna chill, poppin' seals ever since I got a deal Kick it with my model chick, sip Cris', fuck niggas wanna diss Now I gotta let 'em know who's really trill [Chorus] Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye Dirty fuck niggas, how you been? You been crossin' our minds Niggas talk down every now and then On the side, who gave 'em style nine times out of ten? It was Flacko Jodye, Flacko Jodye Flacko Jodye, Flacko Jodye [Verse 2] I ain't never lookin' for no handouts (Yeah) Broke ass niggas never helpin' with they hands out Find out where the fuck nigga live then we camp out Screamin' fuck the world, never catch me with my pants down Always been a stand-up guy, I'd rather stand out Raf Simons, Stan Smith edition with my bands out I'm the trillest one to do it since Pimp, nigga hands down If a nigga put his hands on me, that's a man down Trick, what? Pimps up, hoes down, woah now Slow down, see they runnin' with my old style Grow foul, gold smile, you ho now, thuggin' with my old style It's a shame how they low down Dirty like Adidas on my sneaker feature, uh Trappin' through the speaker, peep the beeper ringer, uh Turnin' off phones, just to reach 'em, gotta beep 'em I'm a Lord motherfucker, better greet him if you see him [Chorus] Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye Dirty fuck niggas, how you been? You been crossin' our minds Niggas talk down every now and then On the side, who gave 'em style nine times out of ten? It was Flacko Jodye, Flacko Jodye Flacko Jodye, Flacko Jodye