Meek Mill - Flamers Freestyle lyrics

Flamers Haha drama I got em I got em beast
I sed you be where the lames be
I be where it's poppin at
Money cars clothes and hoes yea
I get alot of dhat
Hataz talkin dirty bout the
Kid we ain't buyin 40 oughta clean em up
Soak em like a laundromat
Bitches throwin pussy trynna fck me
Where the condom at?
See I'm zeemin trynna keep my semen
I ain't down with dhat
Lil bitches crazy dey wanna have my baby
Cause bank account ben franklin out MAYBE
My president is black
My Glock is two and I probly put
A lock on a block near you
I sed my niggas get the drop
Dey gon drop air you I
Was neva scared of what
What chu heard fear who
I can see with clear view you
Fck boyz is pussy and I
Be on my chill but all u gotta do it push me
And my goonz be wishin for
Me get a nigga baried
I jus give the word and push
Yo shit back like paliminary
Cemetary bitch u worry fck you
Like the bitch you married
Nigga you ain't heard I'm bout word like
A dictionary shit chu spit is fictionary
I'm so trilla swingin through the jungle
Like gorilla bananna clip pealer
Niggas sleepin on you cause u
Softer den a pillow
Ol pussy talkin reckless like a killer and
Uh the draws is for the bitches
Hallows for the snitches we dnt play with
Revolvers play with choppas with extenders
I'm a BOSS I tell the hoe
To drop nd get the business