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
b*tches throwin pus*y trynna f*ck me, where the condom at?
See I'm zeemin trynna keep my semen I ain't down with dhat
Lil b*tches 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 n*ggas 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 f*ck boyz is pus*y and I be on my chill but all u gotta do it push me
And my goonz be wishin for me get a n*gga baried, I jus give the word and push yo sh*t back like paliminary
Cemetary b*tch u 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 chu spit is fictionary
I'm so trilla swingin through the jungle like gorilla bananna clip pealer
n*ggas sleepin on you cause u softer den a pillow
Ol pus*y talkin reckless like a killer and uh the draws is for the b*tches
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