[Intro: Popcaan] Dis type of shit 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
[Hook] 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
[Verse 1: Travi$ Scott] I'm that Ferragamo Hussein, Tom Cruisin', Rock Of Ages Semi-god estate, gettin' cake, could've thought I'm Jewish Fuck, fuck, fuck, might lose your soul for my language Nowadays's, niggas 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 ass and never let no nigga 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 niggas I lost
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[Verse 2: Travi$ Scott] 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 Sip Merlot, watch us make the champagne rain Let my ding-a-lang hang, I'm a south side nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas who lost