Flamers Freestyle
Flamers, haha, Drama, I got 'em, I got 'em, beast
I said you be where the lames be, I be where it's poppin' at
Money, cars, clothes and hoes, yeah, I get a lot of that
Haters talkin' dirty 'bout the kid, we ain't buying that
40 oughta clean him up, soak him like a laundromat
Bitches throwing pussy tryna fuck me, where the condom at?
See I'm gleamin', tryna keep my semen, I ain't down with that
Lil' bitches crazy they wanna have my baby
'Cause bank account been Franklin'd out, maybe
My president is black, my Glock is too
And I probably put a block on a block near you
I said my niggas get the drop, they gon' rock, air you
I was never scared of what, what you heard? Fear who?
I can see with clear view, you fuck boys is pussy
And I be on my chill but all you gotta do it push me
'Cause my goons been wishing for me to get a nigga buried
I just give the word to push yo' shit back like preliminary
Cemetery, bitchuary, fuck you like the bitch you married
Nigga you ain't heard I'm 'bout word like a dictionary
Shit you spit is fictionary
I'm so trilla swingin' through the jungle like gorilla
Banana clip pealer
Niggas sleeping on you 'cause you softer than a pillow
Cold pussy talking reckless like a killer
And um, this Roll's is for the bitches
Hollows for the snitches
We don't play with revolvers, play with choppas with extenders
I'm a boss, I tell that hoe to drop and get to business
I said you be where the lames be, I be where it's poppin' at
Money, cars, clothes and hoes, yeah, I get a lot of that
Haters talkin' dirty 'bout the kid, we ain't buying that
40 oughta clean him up, soak him like a laundromat
Bitches throwing pussy tryna fuck me, where the condom at?
See I'm gleamin', tryna keep my semen, I ain't down with that
Lil' bitches crazy they wanna have my baby
'Cause bank account been Franklin'd out, maybe
My president is black, my Glock is too
And I probably put a block on a block near you
I said my niggas get the drop, they gon' rock, air you
I was never scared of what, what you heard? Fear who?
I can see with clear view, you fuck boys is pussy
And I be on my chill but all you gotta do it push me
'Cause my goons been wishing for me to get a nigga buried
I just give the word to push yo' shit back like preliminary
Cemetery, bitchuary, fuck you like the bitch you married
Nigga you ain't heard I'm 'bout word like a dictionary
Shit you spit is fictionary
I'm so trilla swingin' through the jungle like gorilla
Banana clip pealer
Niggas sleeping on you 'cause you softer than a pillow
Cold pussy talking reckless like a killer
And um, this Roll's is for the bitches
Hollows for the snitches
We don't play with revolvers, play with choppas with extenders
I'm a boss, I tell that hoe to drop and get to business
Credits
Writer(s): Meek Mill
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