Skinny nigga, Pretty Flacko, nigga gripping that chopper
Party like a rocker but my niggas wilder than Flocka
Whip game proper cause I spit to all of these boppas
I'm big-bodied partner and you niggas talking that tonka
I'm as famous as Mozart, hoes lark on my go kart
Get niggas for the Goyard it cost too much so we bogart
We take yours, nigga Deebo, hoes love that my teeth gold
My hair wild, my gold fangs, my eyes red, that's beast mode
New hoes I keep those, bad bitch by the week, oh
It's on, it's on to the next ho, I pray to God that she deep throat
I ain't going back to being broke, pussy, money and free clothes
Can't forget about the weed smoke, niggas stick to the G code
Coming down, getting throwed, bitches all up in my zone
35, 44, niggas know we get the show
Pusherman with the kilos, iPhone full of freak hoes
Fuck you mean we ain't wild? We crowd surf at the pre-shows
She fucking Pretty Flacko, she want that Pretty Flacko
It's beef, I'm splitting your taco, you niggas out of your nachos
Cause bad bitches man I got those and the rose Lexes man I rock those
And I pop hoes, got a drop Rolls with a snot nose in my condo
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
She fucking Pretty Flacko, she want that Pretty Flacko
Writer(s): Pharrell Williams, Writers Unknown
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