Flamez (feat. jxwaun)

Tryna make a million before I turn 20 These niggas they hate me cause bitches they love me Love of my life since a youngin was money I put on that chain now my neck lookin' sunny Don't get attached cause these bitches don't love you These critics be hating these niggas be stunting Don't give a fuck where you from, how you coming My niggas don't run, man, shoot it in public Shoot it in public they don't give a fuck If they catch 'em a opp then you know they gone up it Bullets blow out his top when them boys get to dumping Get beat like The Rock, we gone leave him with nothing One bitch, one fuck, two sticks in the truck We gone shoot if he run I say fuck it Play with me and we sending you up We ain't giving a fuck how you feel if it's smoke nigga dump it I'm a demon for real, I don't care how you coming Niggas up in the field and they ain't doing nothing They been waiting to kill, I've been focused on millions Been stacking this pape up like I ain't got nothing Two cars, ten sticks, no fucks that I give a fuck If a opp nigga try then yo ass better buck it I know that Glock too big with a lil' 30 clip If a cop come around then yo ass better tuck it Walked in this bitch, Fear of God on my logo My chain on my neck you can see how I'm stunting Putting this heat on a hater who lie out his grill Cause I hate when them niggas be fronting Bought a new cuban that shit was too tight So I gave that shit right to my fucking lil' cousin I'm passing this bitch to my bro, I don't want her for shit But my mans had just told me he want it Designer my fabric, I keep me a ratchet Run up, I'm a blast, pull up to the bitch and I'm fresh as a manic Imma ball like the Mavs, these niggas can't stand it Put these hoes in a panic, Don't play with my mans he get put in a casket Don't play around with BAGG know that nigga a savage Don't fuck with my band, know this shit, it get tragic Walk up, let it flock, let them bullets and damage Disappear just like magic my brother gone blam it I skrt in a Rolls and my whip panoramic Designer my fit bitch I look like I'm scamming If I text this bitch then that nigga gone panic Icy ass diamonds they slight on my neck This ass shit is so cold it might sink the Titanic Throw on that drip, watch ya step, you might slip Got that splash I could probably go stand in a fucking Atlantic Pussies live with my fist never needed a ratchet Guess I got new manners, cause I keep me a ratchet If it ain't to my standards I fuck around and scrap it Got these hoes on my dick cause they know I be rapping She gone fuck for a pic she gone suck on the gang She gone fuck for the clout, she gone make her a name Wanna see what she bout, let her fuck with the gang Come and see what we bout know that .40 it bang Made a name for myself then I made it a chain I ain't wanna go to school I ain't care about grades Barely passed but I know I'll be rich So I ain't give a fuck what they say, I ain't having no shame I ain't go to no parties they said I was lame Only care about the money don't care for no fame But I know when I step in this booth every time that I speak see the mic it just burst into flames