Dis type of **** 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 Cruisin', Rock Of Ages

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

****, ****, ****, might lose your soul for my language

Nowadays's, *****s been at round tables talking all that heinous language

Plutonica, insomnia

Put that money on your head, Balenciaga yarmulke

Fifteen when I carried loads of them Ozium's

And them bag of nicks, I mean groceries

I mean daddy knows ain't no controlling me

My bad, look Scotty might sag

She give me head before the *** and never let no ***** 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 *****s I lost

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

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

Bang, bang, bang, my *****s ain't tamed

Might buried your *** in that Sphinx, mane

Sip Merlot, watch us make the champagne rain

Let my ding-a-lang hang, I'm a south side ***** 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 *****s stuffing

Riding through, rockin', Shaka Zulu

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 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 *****s who lost

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 flock