[Verse 1] Who the jiggy nigga with the gold links? 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 Auntie sayin' turn it down, or she finna call the cops We be plottin' on the ops, she the one who got the drop Just a free, quick fix, to 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
[Hook] Lord Pretty Flacko, Jodye Tell these fuck niggas, how you been? You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and then On the style, gettin' styled 9 times out of 10 It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye
[Verse 2] I ain't never lookin' for no handouts Broke ass niggas never helpin' but 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
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