Gucci Mane - Pretty Flacko (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Rocky] You know I be that Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye the Second, n***a You know we had to hit you with another one This time I got my n***as with me We finna keep it trill in this b**h Know what I'm saying? If you a trill n***a, if you a trill b**h Throw that sh** up right now! [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] 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 Pimping when I'm pinning, b**h you couldn't tell me that Way too live, where the cemetery at? Way too smart to wear the penitentiary hat So remember, to the end or to infinity it's swag Skinny n***a, Pretty Flacko, n***a gripping that chopper Party like a rocker, now my n***as wilding 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 Givenchy tee and extraordinary My wrist said I'm rich, my whips say I made it My tat say A$AP and your b**h say I'm famous My whole clique dangerous We creeping and sweeping them grams up For n***as and b**hes and k**as with triggers Who bucking and keeping them hands up [Hook] If you a trill n***a, get your mothaf**in' hands up If you a trill b**h, get your mothaf**in' hands up [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Waka Flocka, loco loco, I don't f** with po-po, po-po FN on my hip, shorty, I'm not ridin' solo dolo R.I.P. to Duncan Romo, pay for p**y, that's a no-no Throwing money, dive in the crowd, shorty I take all that promo Call me Pretty Gordo, baller, date a model, drinking Roma Moscato keep me G'd up while I'm buying bottle after bottle Thirty chicks, Frankie Lymon, he ain't balling, girl, he's just lying Oh, broke-a** n***a, won't you keep on trying? k**ed the parking lot, it's our a**ignment My watch say I made it, my chains say I'm rich Diamonds in my mouth got me talking cash sh** Kush Clark Kent, for dough, b**h what I spit f** your main girl off my down south accent, Waka Flocka [Hook] If you a trill n***a, get your mothaf**in' hands up If you a trill b**h, get your mothaf**in' hands up [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] My whip said I made it, my chain say I'm rich I'm talking cash sh**, cause Gucci Mane the sh** (Gucci) Hit a lot of licks, sold a lot of bricks Served a lot of pounds, and I will never quit Gucci going loco, had that cocoa loco Shorty say I f**ed her, I don't really know, though These ladies want a hug, baby want a photo Blue and white diamonds b**h, I'm so Tony Romo Thirty-four bricks, I crammed 'em in the van 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 [Hook] If you a trill n***a, get your mothaf**in' hands up If you a trill b**h, get your mothaf**in' hands up [Verse 4: Pharrell] Your girl hold my dick like a Wii controller Where's your b**h, n***a? We control her The weed she holding while she be over And when she saw my mothaf**in' keys it's over And when I start it up, she like, "Lean me over" Cold heart, warm dick, momma we be polar I wore Louboutins before they knew what they was They like, "Louis Vuitton? Naw, uh-uh, cuz" That's when I realized they didn't know what they was Them n***as actin' like I f**in' stepped in blood O-7 2-11 man, I put out duds And ate space cakes that was filled with bud And now 2012 n***a, look at these scuds Green hair, money on my mind, hip hop grunge You wear a cross I wear a Cartier nail You n***as ain't f**in' with Pharrell My wrist sizzle hot like it's stuck in the chair My j**elry'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 n***a, ASAP [Hook] If you a trill n***a, get your mothaf**in' hands up If you a trill b**h, get your mothaf**in' hands up