1] Who the jiggy with the gold links? Got me reminiscin' my old day Three 6; a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day Boomin' out the trap the hallway Tell me what you niggas know it Auntie sayin' turn it down, or she finna the cops We be on the ops, she the one who got the drop Just a free, quick fix, to the A and okay They gon' me back to my old ways I was tryna chill, poppin' ever since I got a deal Kick it my model chick Sip Cris, niggas wanna diss Now I let 'em know whose really trill
Lord Pretty Flacko, Tell fuck niggas, how you been? You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and On the style, styled 9 times out of 10 It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko,
2] I ain't never lookin' for no ass niggas never helpin' but they hands out Find out where the fuck live then we camp out Screamin' fuck the world, never catch me my pants down Always been a stand up guy, I'd stand out Raf Simmons, Stan Smith with my bands out I'm the trillest one to do it Pimp, nigga hands down If a nigga put his on me, that's a man down Trick what? Pimps up, down Woah now, down See runnin' with my old style foul, gold smile, you ho now, thuggin' with my old style It's a shame how low down Dirty like Adidas on my feature, uh Trappin' through the speaker, the beeper ringer, uh Turnin' off phones, just to reach 'em, beep 'em I'm a Lord motherfucker, better him if you see him