ASAP Rocky - JD Lyrics

Yo, what's your name young blood?
What they call you?
I got, I got James, Jimmy, or Byron Dean
Yeah, I've been feeling that real JD swag lately

Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped up in this piece (yeah)
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 (yeah)
Come at all you niggas heads, talk em off a ledge
I'm arguing with 'em, I'm done talking with 'em (woo)
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 all you nigga money, royalness and bread
Royalties instead of rollies for your boys, but loyalty is dead

Now I'm only up again
Kick a man while he's down
Looks dead, can't be safe to say it (hoo, hoo, hoo)
Everybody's getting punished (ohh, ohh)
Looking down to sell with you, how have you been? (Aight, aight)
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)
Rep my block, quick to draw on all you niggas if there's beef (alright, that's right, booyah)
Blow your spot, better pray to the Lord this shit don't hit the streets
Jimmy Dean

(Alright)