Flames (Freestyle) Lyrics

I had to clear my throat for this one, excuse me, sorry

I got my nigga too flexin' on the beat

I got no patience in the beat for this one, excuse me, sorry

I got no patience for the beat for this one, excuse me, sorry

I throw my hood up, you throw the deuce up

Yeah, I'm with big blood, I'm sippin' red mud

Now that is red rum, she got a big bum

Oh that's a big butt, she wanna pop some

She gonna get some, she want a three some

Say you a shooter homie, show me your damn gun

I feel like Weezy baby, I'm spitting fire baby

Say I'm the fireman, and she the fire lady

Hold up we going crazy, she really acting crazy

She want my last name, oh that is shawty baby

Oh this that Weezy flow, but I'm not Weezy baby

I roll with Easy baby, I'm sippin' purple baby

I got a tattoo just like X baby

On my right arm, not on the left baby

I wanna check baby, I wanna flex baby

He wanna verse, he's getting texts, I'm Uncle Sam lately

I'm spitting flames, I'm spitting flames, I'm spitting flames, ooh

I'm spitting flames, I'm spitting flames, I'm spitting flames, ooh

I'm spitting flames, I'm spitting flames, I'm spitting flames, ooh

Too flexing on the beat

These niggas hating but you know that I don't give a fuck

We pulling up so tell the DJ turn the speakers up

I'm with my bloods, I'm with my slime so we gon' throw it up

O'Malley told me not to quit so I'ma live it up

My brother out he did his time so what you talking bout

I heard you tweaking bout some shit that you don't know about

You say you got a lot of bars but you been running out

I keep it wavy so you know I ain't never seen the drought

I'm spitting flames, I'm spitting flames, I'm spitting flames, ooh

Too flexing got me feeling like I'm Wayne them

I pour a four, I'm sipping, I'm just trying to ease the pain

And when I'm rapping bro, I don't even use my brain

Now I got flows on top of flows, yeah we ain't the same

Too flexing on the beats

I got a stick in my hand, I point it at your brain

Oh that's a blood scene, oh that's a red beam, oh that's a red dot

Homie I won't stop, oh no I can't stop

And that shit y'all niggas doing it's a pit stop

She want some flip flops, not the regulars

The Gucci tip top, ooh

R.I.P. Ricky Rick, shout out to Cotton King

Still rocking truly jeans, okay we never die

You know we multiply, your flow ain't verified

You need to step aside, your niggas telling lies, is getting televised

She say that I am the one and you the two that means that I'm number 1

And y'all niggas black I'm rolling with some BMFs

I feel like Big Meech

I feel like Big Meech, BMF's Big Meech

I'm spitting flames, spitting flames, spitting flames, ooh

My nigga too flexing got me feeling like I'm wayne

My nigga too flexing got me feeling like I'm wayne

I'm spitting flames, spitting flames, spitting flames, ooh

I'm spitting them

Say I'm the YG

Yeah, the young goat

On the beat is too flexing

Too flexing on the beat