Flamers 2.5 Freestyle

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Nigga is you hating cause you mad, are you mad cause you hating Cause you staying on them days I ain't waiting for debating I'm just getting to that money I'm just getting to that mula Everywhere you see me at I keep a shooter on Mr. fuckingniggasbitches back I be on some shit in fact Caddy [?] like Reynolds Wrap 'Bout to put some duces on it like I'm playing [?] And I could hit the mall and tell them give me that Give me those, Pradas on my tippie toes Different color hippie clothes Gucci by the catalog Want I'mma grab it off Even let my bitch stunt Gucci hat sandles on Even got the bag for that Switch the flow matter fact Hold up when I roll up Got them haters like you know what He ain't stunting he just fronting I'm like man that ain't 'bout nothing Got that Flamers on the way 3 Movie deal coming I'm about to be a millionaire Only still a youngin I ain't even 25 yet And I'm a fucking bomb threat Niggas ain't no contest Forty-five compact, with the extender Number on contneder Hollow heads chop a hater down like timber [Verse 2: Mike Knox] Catch me in the cranberry Camero, racing down the boulevard Cash stay in my pocket I don't do the black card I ball chicks and bag them, I don't [?] at all I drop a bird in the street and make it do a somersault North Philly Mike Knox Meek Milly Getting so much money that these haters want to kill me Gucci's all cinnamon Watch like a gentleman Who that in my passenger seat, oh that's my lady friend I only do 8 or 10's, 7 when I'm on my dick Me and Prada got her, baby girl got body [?] Then I send her back to the lobby, pimping is just a hobby I'm limping cause I'm a G and my is so green The stripper just can't believe, I'm throwing it in the air Its everywhere like leaves the Rosé on me Inside we thirty deep, too much for the VIP My bracelet all [?] my hands stay in her weave Slow it down she begging me don't leave I'm going just like the breeze Aye Meek you know what I mean