Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2 (LPFJ2)

Uh

Yeah (Lord Pretty Flacko, nigga)

Yeah (yeah)

Yeah (yeah)

Yeah (woo, woo)

Yeah (yeah)

Yeah

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 (woo)

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 opps, 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

Lord Pretty Flacko, Jodye

Tell these fuck niggas, how you been?

You can crossing our minds, niggas talk down every now and then

On the side, gettin' styled 9 times out of 10

It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko Jodye

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

Lord Pretty Flacko, Jodye

Tell these fuck niggas, how you been?

You can crossing our minds, niggas talk down every now and then

On the side, gettin' styled 9 times out of 10

It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko Jodye