A$AP Rocky - JD lyrics

- Yo, what's your name
Young blood? What they call you?
- Well I got, I got, James
Jimmy or Byron Dean - yeah
I've been feeling that really
JD swag lately man

Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped
Up in this piece
Bust my Glock to ensure that all
You niggas rest in peace (Alright)
Uh, Schwarzenegger I
Straight slaughter niggas i'm offin' niggas
Screaming off with niggas' heads
They all surrender, better call for niggas
Come at all you niggas heads
Talk 'em off a ledge i'm arguing with 'em
I'm done talking with 'em
I order coffins for 'em
Call the coroner for 'em
Get a comforter for 'em
I did all you niggas' beds
I want all you niggas dead (yeah)
You want oil nigga money, royalness
And bread
Royalties instead of rollies for your boys
But loyalty is dead (Grrr! yeah)

Now I'm only up again
Kick kick a man while he's down
Looks dead can’t be safe to say it
Everybody's getting punished
Looking down to sell with you
How have you been? Probably an undercover
Had them undercovers with you
People buying and selling for you
I'll only sell with you if
You're blind to sell

Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped
Up in this piece (Booyah)
Bust my Glock to ensure that all
You niggas rest in peace
(Bop, bop, bop, alright) rep my block
Quick to draw on all you
Niggas if there's beef
(That's right, booyah) blow your spot
Better pray to Lord this shit
Don't hit the streets jimmy Dean
(Alright)