Flamez ft. jxwaun Lyrics

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