Blocka La Flame

Dis type of shit happens everyday

All dem I'm under mourn for people pon stay

But none of dem have the guts to pull out and spray

None of them have the guts to pull out and spray {Young Chop on the beat...}

I got diamonds on my blocka.

Serve it to my flocka, yeah, that’s my flocka

To my flocka...

Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper

Yeah, that’s my flocka...

I'm that Ferragamo Hussein, (Tom Cruising), Rock Of Ages

Semi-god estate, gettin' cake, could've thought I'm Jewish

Fuck, fuck, fuck, might lose your soul for my language

Nowadays, niggas been at round tables talking all that heinous language

Plutonica, insomnia

Put that money on your head - balenciagi yarmulke

Fifteen when I carried loads of them oziums

And them bag of nicks, I mean groceries, I mean daddy knows ain't no controlling me

My bad, looks cocky, might sag

She give me head before the ass and never let no nigga smash; no puffing, no pass

We breaking if we can get half - thank you for making it last, get everything that you got

Break me a piece of that off, rest in peace niggas I lost

Oh God, this shit too cold for the mink, Ye

Bang, bang, bang. My niggas ain't tamed, might buried your ass in that Sphinx, mane

Sip Merlot, watch us make the champagne rain

Let my ding-a-lang hang, I'm a southside nigga where the 'caine reign

We running, summers, we running, spring and fall, jogging be nothing

Winter, they cuffing, cuffing them up as they loving the same month as my niggas stuffing

Riding through, rockin', Shaka Zulu

Block (crip) or whole family blue, (bloody), yeah, suwoo

Ain't you supposed to preach what you practice? Put a rubber on if you stabbing

Get baptized if you baptist but ain't it evil to live backwards?

Holy Ghost, hold on,

Chakalu blakalu los - that's tongue for you niggas who lost

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