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

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 or whole family blue

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