Pretty Flacko (Remix) - ASAP Rocky feat Waka Flocka Flame, Gucci Mane & Pharrell

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
You know I be that little Pretty Flacko, Jody the Second, n_gga
You know we had to hit you with another one
This time I got my n_ggas with me
We finna keep it trill in this b_tch, know what I'm sayin'?
If you a trill n_gga, if you a trill b_tch
Throw that sh_t up right now!
Shotgun pop, make the monetary add
Chop, won props with a military badge
Went AWOL 'cause I serve 8-balls
And I straight eggnog with the military axe
Pimpin' when I'm pinnin', b_tch you couldn't tell me that
Way too loud, where the cemetery at?
Way too smart to wear the penitentiary hat
So remember, to the end or to infinity it's swag...

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Skinny n_gga, Pretty Flacko, n_gga grippin' that chopper
Party like a rocker now my n_ggas wildin' with Flocka
Guess who just walked in with a Goyard bag
Sixteen gold teeth and four gold slabs
One dime piece, you already know she bad
Divan, GT and extraordinary...
My wrist said I'm rich, my whips say I made it
My tat say ASAP and your b_tch say I'm famous
My whole clique dangerous
We creepin' and sweepin' them grams up
For n_ggas and b_tches and killers with triggers
Who buckin' and keepin' them hands up

If you a trill n_gga, get your motherf_ckin' hands up
If you a trill n_gga, get your motherf_ckin' hands up
If you a trill b_tch, get your motherf_ckin' hands up
If you a trill b_tch, get your motherf_ckin' hands up

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Waka Flocka, loco loco, I don't f_ck with popo, popo
FN on my hip, shorty, I'm not ridin' solo, dolo
RIP to Duncan Romo, pay for p_ssy, that's a no-no,
Throwin' money, dive in the crowd, shorty I take all that promo
Call me Pretty Godo, baller, date a model, drinkin' Roma
Scott'll keep me G'd up while I'm buying bottle after bottle
3-6, Frankie Lymon, he ain't ballin', girl, he's just lyin'
Oh, broke-ass n_gga, won't you keep on tryin'?
Killed the parking lot, it's our assignment
My watch say I made it, my chains say I'm rich
Diamonds in my mouth got me talkin' cash sh_t
Kush Clark Kent, for dough, b_tch, what I spit
F_ck your main girl off my down south accent
Waka Flocka!


[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
My whip said I made it, my chain say I'm rich
I'm talkin' cash sh_t, 'cause Gucci Mane the sh_t (Gucci)
Hit a lot of licks, sold a lot of bricks
Served a lot of pounds, and I will never quit
Gucci goin' loco, had that cocoa loco
Shorty say I f_cked her - I don't really know, though
These ladies want a hug, baby want a photo
Blue and white diamonds, b_tch, I'm so Tony Romo
Thirty-four bricks, I grind 'em into bands
Stack a lot of bands and I serve a lot of grams
Thirty-six O's, stamped with the dragon
Brick Squad, Bird Gang, yeah we got them Falcons


[Verse 4: Pharrell]
Your girl hold my d_ck like a Wii controller
Where's your b_tch, n_gga? We control her
The weed she holdin' while she be over
And when she saw my motherf_ckin' keys it's over
And when I start it up, she like "lean me over"
Cold heart, warm d_ck, mama we be polar
I wore Louis Vuittons before they knew what they was
They like: "Louis Vuitton? Naw, unh-uh, cous'"
That's when I realized they didn't know what they was
Them n_ggas actin' like I f_ckin' stepped in blood
O-7 2-11 man, I put out duds
And ate space cakes that was filled with bud
And now 20-12 n_gga, look at these scuds
Green hair, money on my mind, hip-hop grunge
You wear a cross I wear a Cartier nail
You n_ggas ain't f_ckin' with frail
My wrist sizzle hot like it's stuck in the chair
My jewelry's so loud, it's got something to share
Like a conspiracy, like it's ACHAP
Everybody on my d_ck like Ahab
Wait, did I say that? First pause, then play back
Recognize n_gga, ASAP


view 123 times