Meek Mill - Flamers 2 Freestyle 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**hes throw the p**y trynna f** me, where the condom at? See I'm zeeming trynna keep my semen I ain't down with that Lil' b**hes 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***as 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** boys is p**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***a buried I just give the word and push yo sh** back like preliminary Cemetery b**h you worry f** you like the b**h you married n***a you ain't heard I'm bout word like a dictionary sh** you spit is fictionally I'm so trilla swingin' through the jungle like gorilla bananna clip peeler n***as sleepin' on you cause you softer then a pillow Cold p**y talkin' reckless like a k**er and em this all for the b**hes 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