A$AP Rocky — Pretty Flacko Remix

[Intro: A$AP Rocky] Ugh, yeah, ugh You know I be that Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye the Second, nigga You know we had to hit you with another one This time I got my niggas with me We finna keep it trill in this bitch, know what I'm saying? If you a trill nigga, if you a trill bitch Throw that shit up right now! [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] 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$AP and yo bitch say I'm famous (yeah) My whole clique dangerous (yeah) We creeping and sweeping them grams up For niggas and bitches and killers with triggers Who bucking and keeping them hands up (yeah) [Hook: A$AP Rocky] 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 [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] 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 Roma (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!) [Hook: A$AP Rocky & Waka Flocka Flame] If you a trill nigga, get your mothafuckin' hands up (Flocka!) If you a trill nigga, get your mothafuckin' hands up (Waka!) If you a trill bitch, get your mothafuckin' hands up (Squad!) If you a trill bitch, get your mothafuckin' hands up [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] My whip said I made it, my chain say I'm rich (Rich!) I'm talking cash shit, 'cause Gucci Mane the shit (Gucci!) Hit a lot of licks (Licks!), sold a lot of bricks (Skrt!) Served a lot of pounds, and I will never quit (Quit!) Gucci going loco (Loco!), had that cocoa loco (Loco!) Shorty say I fucked her, I don't really know, though (Know, though) These ladies want a hug, baby want a photo (Ugh!) Blue and white diamonds bitch, I'm so Tony Romo (Damn!) Thirty-four bricks, I crammed 'em in the van Stack a lot of bands and I serve a lot of grams (Skrt!) Thirty-six O's, stamped with the dragon Brick Squad, Bird Gang, yeah, we got them Falcons (Skrt!) [Hook: A$AP Rocky & Pharrell] 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?) I rock Chanel nigga, and BAPE fish lures If you a trill bitch, get your mothafuckin' hands up [Verse 4: Pharrell Williams] 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$AP [Hook: A$AP Rocky] 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