Flamers (Freestyle) 2

[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

Bitches throw the pussy trynna fuck me, where the condom at?

See I'm zeeming trynna keep my semen I ain't down with that

Lil' bitches 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 niggas 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 fuck boys is pussy

And I be on my chill but all you gotta do it push me

And my goons be wishin' for me get a nigga buried

I just give the word and push yo shit back like preliminary

Cemetery bitch you worry fuck you like the bitch you married

Nigga you ain't heard I'm bout word like a dictionary shit

You spit is fictionally

I'm so trilla swingin' through the jungle like gorilla

Banana clip peeler

Niggas sleepin' on you cause you softer then a pillow

Cold pussy talkin' reckless like a killer and em this all for the bitches

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