text: Young Chop on the beat
  I got diamonds on my blocka, serve it to my flocka
  Yeah, thats my flocka , to my flocka 
  Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper 
  Yeah, thats my flocka 
  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 Im 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 aint 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
  I got diamonds on my blocka, serve it to my flocka
  Yeah, thats my flocka , to my flocka 
  Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper 
  Yeah, thats my flocka 
  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
  Im 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 wont leave me lone, niggas be buggin
  Through the cellphone, I hear home
  Aint 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
  I got diamonds on my blocka, serve it to my flocka
  Yeah, thats my flocka , to my flocka 
  Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper 
  Yeah, thats my flocka