Pretty Flacko (Remix) - A$AP Rocky ft. Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka Flame, Pharrell Williams

Ugh, yeah, ugh

You know I be that Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 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 saying?

If you a trill nigga, if you a trill bitch

Throw that shit up right now!

Shotgun pop, make the military mad

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, bitch, you couldn't tell me that (ugh)

Way too live, where the cemetery at? (yeah)

Way too smart to wear the penitentiary hat

So remember, to the end or to infinity it's (swag)

Skinny nigga, Pretty Flacko, nigga gripping that yopper (yeah)

Party like a rocker (ugh), now my niggas rocking 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 (ugh), my-my whips say I made it (yeah)

My tat say A$AP and yo bitch say I'm famous (yeah)

My whole clique dangerous (yeah)

We creeping and sweeping them grams up

For niggas and bitches and killers with triggers

Who bucking and keeping them hands up (yeah)

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

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

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

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

Waka Flocka, loco loco (Flocka!)

I don't fuck with po-po, po-po (No!)

FN on my hip, shorty (BOW! BOW!)

I'm not ridin' solo dolo (BOW! BOW! BOW! UGH!)

R.I.P. to Duncan Romo (Damn!)

Pay for pussy, that's a no-no (Flex!)

Throwin' money, dive in the crowd (Flex!)

Shorty I take all that promo (Flex! Flex! Flex!)

Call me Pretty Gordo (Swag!)

Baller, date a model, drinking red (Bass!)

Moscato keep me G'd up

While I'm buying bottle after bottle (Okay!)

Thirty chicks, Frankie Lymon (Flex!)

He ain't balling, girl, he's just lying (No!)

Oh, broke-ass nigga, won't you keep on trying? (Hahaha!)

Killed the parking lot, oh you heard, we shining (Woo! Woo!)

My watch say I made it (UNH!), my chains say I'm rich (Flex!)

Diamonds in my mouth got me talking cash shit (Squad!)

Kush Clark Kent (Squad!)

Four-door Benz, what I spent (Squad! Squad!)

Fuck your main girl off my down-south accent (Waka Flocka!)

If you a trill nigga, get your mothafuckin' hands up (Flocka!)

If you a trill nigga, get your mothafuckin' hands up (Waka!)

If you a trill bitch, get your mothafuckin' hands up (Squad!)

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

My whip said I made it, my chain say I'm rich (Rich!)

I'm talking cash shit, 'cause Gucci Mane the shit (Gucci!)

Hit a lot of licks (Licks!), sold a lot of bricks (Skrt!)

Served a lot of pounds, and I will never quit (Quit!)

Gucci going loco (Loco!), had that cocoa loco (Loco!)

Shorty say I fucked her, I don't really know, though (Know, though)

These ladies want a hug, baby want a photo (Ugh!)

Blue and white diamonds bitch, I'm so Tony Romo (Damn!)

Thirty-four bricks, I crammed 'em in the van

Stack a lot of bands and I serve a lot of grams (Skrt!)

Thirty-six O's, stamped with the dragon

Brick Squad, Bird Gang, yeah, we got them Falcons (Skrt!)

If you a trill nigga, get your mothafuckin' hands up (Skateboard)

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

If you a trill bitch, get your mothafuckin' hands up (Ya heard me?)

I rock Chanel nigga, and BAPE fish lures

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

Your girl hold my dick like a Wii controller

Where's your bitch, nigga? We control her

The weed, she holding while she be over

And when she saw my mothafuckin' 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 niggas act like I fuckin' stepped in blood

'07 to '11, man, I put out duds

And ate space cakes that was filled with bud

And now 2012, 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 Ph'rell

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, A$AP

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

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

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

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