[Intro]
Uh (Uh)
Yeah (Lord Pretty Flacko, n***a)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Whoo (Whoo)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Who the jiggy n***a with the gold links?
Got me reminiscin' 'bout my old day
Three 6, suck a n***a dick, no foreplay, all day
Boomin' out the trap through the hallway
Tell me, what you n***as 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 of 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 n***as wanna diss
Now I gotta let 'em know who's really trill

[Chorus]
Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye
Dirty fuck n***as, how you been?
You been crossin' our minds
N***as talk down every now and then
On the side, who gave 'em style nine times out of ten?
It was Flacko Jodye, Flacko Jodye
Flacko Jodye, Flacko Jodye
[Verse 2]
I ain't never lookin' for no handouts
Broke ass n***as never helpin' with they hands out
Find out where the fuck n***a 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, n***a hands down
If a n***a 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

[Chorus]
Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye
Dirty fuck n***as, how you been?
You been crossin' our minds
N***as talk down every now and then
On the side, who gave 'em style nine times out of ten?
It was Flacko Jodye, Flacko Jodye
Flacko Jodye, Flacko Jodye