Lyrics

[Intro: Popcaan] Dis type of shit happens every day 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) [Chorus] I-I-I-I got diamonds on my blocka, serve it to my flocka Yeah, that's my flocka (Ooh, yeah), to my flocka (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah) Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper (Uh, uh) Yeah, that's my flocka (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1] I'm that Ferragamo Hussein, Tom Cruisin', Rock Of Ages Semi-god estate, gettin' cake, could've thought I'm Jewish (Yeah) Fuck, fuck, fuck, might lose your soul for my language Nowadays's, niggas been at round tables talkin' all that heinous language (Yeah) Plutonica, insomnia Put that money on your head, Balenciaga yarmulke (Yeah) Fifteen when I carried loads of them Ozium's And them bag of nicks, I mean, groceries I mean, daddy knows ain't no controllin' me (Yeah, ye-yeah) My bad, look Scotty might sag She give me head before the ass and never let no nigga smash No puffin', no pass (Yeah) We breakin' if we can get half, thank you for makin' it last (Ye-yeah) Get everything that you got Break me a piece of that off, rest in peace, niggas I lost [Chorus] I-I-I-I got diamonds on my blocka, serve it to my flocka Yeah, that's my flocka (Ooh, yeah), to my flocka (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah) Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper (Uh, uh) Yeah, that's my flocka (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] 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 (Yeah) Sip Merlot, watch us make the champagne rain (Yeah) Let my ding-a-lang hang (Ye-yeah) I'm a southside nigga where the 'caine reign (Ye-yeah) We runnin', summers, we runnin', spring and fall, joggin' be nothing Winter, they cuffin', cuffin' them up as they lovin' The same month as my niggas stuffin' (Yeah) Ridin' through, rockin', Shaka Zulu (Yeah) Block Crip or whole family blue; bloody, yeah, su-woo Ain't you supposed to preach what you practice? Put a rubber on if you stabbin' Get baptized if you baptist, but ain't it evil to live backwards (Yeah) Holy Ghost, hold on Chakalu blakalu los: that's tongue for you niggas who lost [Chorus] I-I-I-I got diamonds on my blocka, serve it to my flocka Yeah, that's my flocka (Ooh, yeah), to my flocka (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah) Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper (Uh, uh) Yeah, that's my flocka (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)