Flames Part II lyrics

by

Danger


[Verse 1: J4yDiZz1e]

J4yDiZz1e gets to rocking with the realest, Me and Dino get to kill it kill it kill it

Flames part 2 know we bout to drill it, In the kitchen making milli milli millions

Stacking money to the ceiling wanna live it, I am godly motherf*cker don't forget it

n*ggas always want my shoes but can not fill it, Heat is drastic and these n*ggas they can feel it

Slow down like whoa now, Cause these n*ggas thinking they can f*ck with the best

I want 800 million on my chest, These n*ggas should know I'm better than the rest

Up on a track and I'm playing the Ref, Making sure that all this sh*t is in check

n*ggas and b*tches they want you for checks, I'mma show them I am find do not check

It ain't fake boy it's lavish, Your chain's made of plastic

Your watch boy it's fabric, You is nothing boy you average

Swishing money like the mavericks, But I am not f*cking with Dallas

Even though I always go there I'm Bulls fan like a savage

Yeah, Jimmy Butler with the 3, Nobody f*cks with me

It's alright cause they will see

Yeah yeah, Young n*gga going up, Got a girl who loves to f*ck

She tsunami that's what's up

Rappers now a days basic, Many numbers like the Matrix

Got a belt probably faked it, NizzMey got the tapes b*tch

RaiThaGe got the sauce, Dine'ro here ya'll lost

Gold Vest like the boss, Watch got one mode Frost

Wipe me down Boosie, All you pus*y n*ggas losing

Where the hell is L Cooli, That n*gga doing movies

And he can show ya ass some clips, b*tches love the way I drip

Gabby still on my di*k


[Verse 2: Dine'ro]

b*tch I'm in it for the kill, f*ck around and get shpeeled

I make hundred dollar bills, Pulling up in a Phantom

Pulling b*tches outta random, Disappear like Randal

Walk in with Gucci Sandals, I'mma fly off the handle

H on me no Honda, Bad b*tch like Ronda

Oh I just hit the lotto, GBE Like I was Capo

All your b*tches infidelity, Can't touch me higher pedigree

Erode you down, Weathering

Shooter mowed you down for Meddling

MJ I got 6 rings, Shooting squad we got 6 beams

I ain't spitting on the damn thing, Real bars you ain't handling

Reverse OG Maco my n*gga you can not handle me

A-Listerr what's good n*gga

[J4yDiZz1e]
You ain't really from the hood n*gga

Actually I kinda like you, Sike n*gga I despise you

Emperor, Emperor, Emperor, pus*y n*gga named James

Get big little n*gga, You ain't got no fans

You ain't got no mans, A-Listerr ain't yo god damn friend

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