Travi$ Scott - Blocka La Flame Lyrics
[feat. Popcaan][Intro: Popcaan]This type of shit happens every day...All dem 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...[Hook: Popcaan]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...[Verse 1: Travi$ Scott]I'm that Vero Gamma HusseinTom Crusin', rockin' VegasIn the Garden State, gettin' cakeCould've thought I'm Jewish*****, *****, *****My leisure show from my languageNowadays, niggas been at round tablesTalkin' all that heinous languagePlutonica, insomniaPut that money on your headBalenciaga yarmulke15 when I carried loads of them OziumsAnd them bag of nicks, I mean groceriesI mean daddy knows ain't no Patron in meMy ballad, Scottie might sagShe give me head before the assAnd never let no niggas smashNo puff and no passWe break it if we can get halfThank you for making it lastGet everything that you gotBreak me a piece of that offRest in peace niggas I lost...[Hook][Verse 2: Travi$ Scott]Oh GodThis shit too cold for the mink, 'YeBang, bang, bang, my niggas ain't tameMight bury your ass in that Sphinx, maneSip Merlot, watch 'em make the champagne rainLet my ding-a-ling hangI'm a south side nigga with a 'cane ringWe run it, summers we runnin'Spring and fall jogging be nothingWhen do they cuff it?Cuffin' 'em up as they lug itThe same others, my niggas stuff itRidin' throughRock it, Shaka ZuluBlocka your whole family, blueBloody, yes, who-ooh?Ain't you supposed to preach what your practice?Put a rubber on if you stabbin'Get baptized if you 'bout thisBut ain't it evil to live backwards?Holy Ghost, hold upShakalu, blocka you, louseThat's tongue for you niggas who're lost[Hook]
