[Intro]YeahYeahYeahYeahYeahYeah[Verse 1]Who the jiggy **** with the gold links?Got me reminiscing 'bout my old daysThree six, suck a **** dick, no foreplayAll day, boomin' out the trap through the hallwayTell me what you **** know aboutAuntie sayin' turn it down or she finna call the copsWe been plottin' on the opps, she the one who got the dropJust a free quick fix of the A, and it's okayThey gon' take me back to my old waysI was tryna chill, poppin' seals ever since I got a dealKick it with my model chicks, sip Cris'Fuck-**** wanna diss, now, I gotta let 'em know what's really trill[Chorus]Lord Pretty Flacko JodyeTell these fuck-**** how you beenYou been crossin' our minds, **** talk down every now and thenOn the style, who gave 'em style nine times out of ten? It wasFlacko JodyeFlacko JodyeFlacko JodyeFlacko Jodye[Verse 2]I ain't never lookin' for no handoutsBroke-ass **** never helpin' with they hands outFind out where the fuck-**** live, then we camp outScreamin' fuck the world, never catch me with my pants downAlways been a stand-up guy, I'd rather stand outRaf Simons, Stan Smith edition, with my bands outI'm the trillest one to do it since Pimp, ****, hands downIf a **** put his hands on me, that's a man downTrick what, pimps up, hoes down, whoa nowSlow down, see they runnin' with my old styleGrow foul, gold smile, you ho now, thuggin' with my old styleIt's a shame how they low downDirty like Adidas on my sneaker feature, uhTrappin' through the speaker, peep the beeper ringer, uhTurnin' off phones, just to reach 'em, gotta beep 'emI'm a Lord, motherfucker, better greet him if you see him[Chorus]Lord Pretty Flacko JodyeTell these fuck **** how you beenYou been crossin' our minds, **** talk down every now and thenOn the style, who gave 'em style nine times out of ten? It wasFlacko JodyeFlacko JodyeFlacko JodyeFlacko Jodye
