Meek Mill — 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