Flamers (Freestyle) 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I said you be where the lames be I be where it's popping at
Money, cars, clothes, and hoes yea I get a lot of that
Haters talkin' dirty bout' the kid we ain't buying
40 oughta clean em up, soak em like a laundromat
b*tches throw the pus*y trynna f*ck me, where the condom at?
See I'm zeeming trynna keep my semen I ain't down with that
Lil' b*tches crazy they wanna have my baby
Cause bank account Ben Franklin out maybe
My president is black, my Glock is too
Ad I probably put a lock on a block near you
I say my n*ggas get the drop, they gone drop air you
I was never scared of what, what you heard fear who?
I can see with clear view you f*ck boys is pus*y
And I be on my chill but all you gotta do it push me
And my goons be wishin' for me get a n*gga buried
I just give the word and push yo sh*t back like preliminary
Cemetery b*tch you worry f*ck you like the b*tch you married
n*gga you ain't heard I'm bout word like a dictionary sh*t
You spit is fictionally
I'm so trilla swingin' through the jungle like gorilla
Banana clip peeler
n*ggas sleepin' on you cause you softer then a pillow
Cold pus*y talkin' reckless like a killer and em this all for the b*tches
Hallows for the snitches we don't play with revolvers
Play with choppas with extenders
I'm a boss I tell that ho to drop and get the business