Blocka La Flame Songtext

To my flocka.
Pray to Lord on my shotta.
She be proper.
Yeah, that's my flocka.

(Verse One: Travi$ Scott)
I'm that Ferragamo Hussein
Tom cruising, Rock Of Ages
Semi-god estate
Getting cake, could've thought I'm Jewish
Fuck, fuck, fuck, my leisure show my language
Nowadayses, 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

(Hook)
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.

(Verse Two: Travi$ Scott)
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 with a king 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, rocking chaka zulu
Block crip or whole family blue
Bloody. Yeah, soowoop
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

(Hook)
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.