TraviS Scott - Blocka La Flame lyrics

rate me

This type of shit happens every day

All them I’m under, mourn for people, pon stay

But none of them have the guts to pull out and spray

None of them have the guts to pull out and spray

I got diamonds on my blocka

Servin’ to my flocka

Yeah, that’s my flocka

To my flocka

Pray to Lord on my shotta

She be popper

Yeah, that’s my flocka

I’m that Vero Gamma Hussein

Tom Crusin’, rockin’ Vegas

In the Garden State, gettin’ cake

Could’ve thought I’m Jewish

Fuck, fuck, fuck

My leisure show from my language

Nowadays, niggas been at round tables

Talkin’ all that heinous language

Plutonica, insomnia

Put that money on your head

Balenciaga yarmulke

15 when I carried loads of them Oziums

And them bag of nicks, I mean groceries

I mean daddy knows ain’t no Patron in me

My ballad, Scottie might sag

She give me head before the ass

And never let no niggas smash

No puff and no pass

We break it 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

I got diamonds on my blocka

Servin’ to my flocka

Yeah, that’s my flocka

To my flocka

Pray to Lord on my shotta

She be popper

Yeah, that’s my flocka

Oh God

This shit too cold for the mink,

Bang, bang, bang, my niggas ain’t tame

Might bury your ass in that Sphinx, mane

Sip Merlot, watch ‘em make the champagne rain

Let my ding-a-ling hang

I’m a South side nigga with a ‘cane ring

We run it, summers we runnin’

Spring and fall jogging be nothing

When do they cuff it?

Cuffin’ ‘em up as they lug it

The same others, my niggas stuff it

Ridin’ through

Rock it, Shaka Zulu

Blocka your whole family, blue

Bloody, yes

Ain’t you supposed to preach what your practice?

Put a rubber on if you stabbin’

Get baptized if you ‘bout this

But ain’t it evil to live backwards?

Holy Ghost, hold up

Shakalu, blocka you, louse

That’s tongue for you niggas who’re lost

I got diamonds on my blocka

Servin’ to my flocka

Yeah, that’s my flocka

To my flocka

Pray to Lord on my shotta

She be popper

Yeah, that’s my flocka