Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Who the jiggy nigga with the gold links? Got me reminiscing bout my old days 3-6 suck a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day Booming out the trap through the hallway Tell me what you niggas know about I'm just saying turn it down or she finna call the cops We been partin' on the opps, she the one who got the drop Just a free quick fix to the, ayy, and it's okay They gon' take me back to my old ways I was tryna chill, pop a sales Ever since I got a deal, kick it with my model chick Sick crits, fuck niggas wanna diss Now I gotta let em know it's really true Blow a pretty flock of jordy Jordys fuck niggas, how you been? Jords are not mine, niggas talk nine every now and then I'm the south, give a slap, nine times out of ten Flock of, jordy, flock of, jordy, flock of, jordy, flock of, jordy, flock of, jordy I ain't never looking for no handouts Broke-ass niggas never helping with they hands out Find out where the fuck nigga live, then we camp out Screaming fuck the world, never catch me with my pants down Always been a stand-up guy, I'd rather stand out Raps in my stance, went for dishing with my bands out I'm the trillest, wanna do it since pimp, nigga, hands down If a nigga put his hands on me, that's a man down Trick what? Pimps up, hoes down Hold now, slow down, see they running with my old style Profile, gold smell, you're old now, thuggin' with my old style It's a shame how they low down Dirty like Adida on my sneaker feature, uh Trapping through the speaker, peep the beeper, rinker, uh Turning off phones just to reach him, gotta beep him I'm the Lord, motherfucker, better green him if you see him Blow a pretty flock of jordy Jordys fuck niggas, how you been? Jords are not mine, niggas talk nine every now and then I'm the south, give a slap, nine times out of ten