Pretty Flacko 2 Lyrics - Asap Rocky

Yeah 

You know I be that little Pretty Flacko, Jody the Second, nigga 

You know we had to hit you with another one 

This time I got my niggas with me 

We finna keep it trill in this bitch, know what I'm sayin'? 

If you a trill nigga, if you a trill bitch 

Throw that shit 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', bitch 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... 

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Skinny nigga, Pretty Flacko, nigga grippin' that chopper 

Party like a rocker now my niggas 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 bitch say I'm famous 

My whole clique dangerous 

We creepin' and sweepin' them grams up 

For niggas and bitches and killers with triggers 

Who buckin' and keepin' them hands up 

If you a trill nigga, get your motherfuckin' hands up 

If you a trill nigga, get your motherfuckin' hands up 

If you a trill bitch, get your motherfuckin' hands up 

If you a trill bitch, get your motherfuckin' hands up 

Waka Flocka, loco loco, I don't fuck with popo, popo 

FN on my hip, shorty, I'm not ridin' solo, dolo 

RIP to Duncan Romo, pay for pussy, 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 nigga, 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 shit 

Kush Clark Kent, for dough, bitch, what I spit 

Fuck your main girl off my down south accent 

Waka Flocka! 

My whip said I made it, my chain say I'm rich 

I'm talkin' cash shit, 'cause Gucci Mane the shit (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 fucked her - I don't really know, though 

These ladies want a hug, baby want a photo 

Blue and white diamonds, bitch, 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 

Your girl hold my dick like a Wii controller 

Where's your bitch, nigga? We control her 

The weed she holdin' while she be over 

And when she saw my motherfuckin' keys it's over 

And when I start it up, she like "lean me over" 

Cold heart, warm dick, 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 niggas actin' like I fuckin' 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 nigga, look at these scuds 

Green hair, money on my mind, hip-hop grunge 

You wear a cross I wear a Cartier nail 

You niggas ain't fuckin' 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 dick like Ahab 

Wait, did I say that? First pause, then play back 

Recognize nigga, ASAP