Travis Scott — 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)