Blocka La Flame (Demo)

[Intro]

Young Chop on the beat

[Chorus]

I got diamonds on my blocka, serve it to my flocka

Yeah, that's my flocka (Ooh-ooh), to my flocka (Ooh-ooh)

Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper (Agh, agh)

Yeah, that's my flocka (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

[Verse 1]

Paint this, Basquiat, [?] on my banger

On that Bay side of the [?], trippin' offa my manga

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

They want my chain, suicide make a bitch bang, bang

Double-X, nigga, this the chain gang

Salute the nigga, I might troop the nigga

Shoeshine a nigga when I'm walkin', man

A nigga drive around, man, I roof the nigga

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, my niggas gon' sag

She give me head before the ass and never let no nigga smash

No puffin', no pass

We breakin' everything in half, thank you for making it last

Get everythin' that you got

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

[Chorus]

I got diamonds on my blocka, serve it to my flocka

Yeah, that's my flocka (Ooh-ooh), to my flocka (Ooh-ooh)

Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper (Agh, agh)

Yeah, that's my flocka (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

[Verse 2]

Thank God, threw that nigga in the bay, ayy

Bang, bang, bang, fuck it, maintain

Thinkin' 'bout stickyin' your girl face

Sip Merlot, watch us make the champagne rain

Let my ding-a-lang hang

I'm a southside nigga where the 'caine reign

We runnin', summers, we runnin'

Niggas never get no lovin'

Keep that shit pumpin', pumpin' outside of the club, and

When I pull up, we be stuntin'

Bitches I call fall through in dozens

Niggas at home won't leave me 'lone, niggas be buggin'

Through the cellphone, I hear home

Ain't that a bitch, that bitch frontin'

We used to talk, think how she leftin' me out

Thinkin' 'bout it make me vomit

Pow, pow, that bluff of that chain

Hallelujah to the Lord, pourin' champagne all over that paint

[Chorus]

I got diamonds on my blocka, serve it to my flocka

Yeah, that's my flocka (Ooh-ooh), to my flocka (Ooh-ooh)

Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper (Agh, agh)

Yeah, that's my flocka (Ooh-ooh, ill America baby, ooh-ooh)