Flamers 2 [Freestyle]

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