JD Lyrics By A$AP Rocky
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 real JD swag lately, man
Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped up in this piece
Bust my Glock to ensure that all you **** rest in peace
(Alright) Uh, Schwarzenegger I, straight slaughter ****
I'm offin' ****, screaming off with ****' heads
They all surrender, better call for ****
Come at all you **** 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 ****' beds
I want all you **** dead
Yeah
You want all you **** money, royalness, and bread
Royalties instead of Rollies for your boys, but loyalty is dead
Grrr, dead, yeah
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 **** rest in peace
(Bop, bop-bop-bop, alright, that's right) Rep my block, quick to draw on all you **** if there's beef
Blow your spot, better pray to Lord this shit don't hit the streets (Booyah)
Jimmy Dean
Alright
