Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song flames, artist - K$upreme. Date of issue: 10.02.2022
Song language: English
flames |
| I hop on the beat I talk flames |
| Pullup with a brand new icey ass chain |
| Work for this shit, I done gave myself a name |
| Wrist so cold I can feel it in my veins |
| This bitch suck on me like she came with fangs |
| Pullup too clean, don’t got a stain |
| Drank on me when I hop on the plane |
| I just popped a Perc, I don’t feel a thing |
| I don’t rock with these niggas, they be acting strange |
| All blues in my pocket, ain’t carrying change |
| Got a stick on me, it can shoot long range |
| I walk in the room, it’s a temperature change |
| Ice cold, VV my teeth |
| Shark be hitting, it’s hard to breathe |
| Ain’t worried about nothing cause' the Glock is in reach |
| I’ma let that bitch bang like my name Chief Keef |
| My bitch got a fat ass, Georgia Peach |
| Sipping a four got me slurring my speech |
| Tryna' build up an empire like Big Meech |
| Pullup nigga you can shop with me |
| Run up them racks and I went on a shopping spree |
| Self-made nigga, ain’t no stopping me |
| I watch how I move cause' I know that they watching me |
| Drinking mud, gotta' double the cup |
| Bitch I trap all day then I count it up |
| I’m the same nigga I just came up |
| Tell them niggas that don’t like me to catchup |
| I hop on the beat I talk flames |
| Pullup with a brand new icey ass chain |
| Work for this shit, I done gave myself a name |
| Wrist so cold I can feel it in my veins |
| This bitch suck on me like she came with fangs |
| Pullup too clean, don’t got a stain |
| Drank on me when I hop on the plane |
| I just popped a Perc, I don’t feel a thing |
| I don’t rock with these niggas, they be acting strange |
| All blues in my pocket, ain’t carrying change |
| Got a stick on me, it can shoot long range |
| I walk in the room, it’s a temperature change |
| Ice cold, VV my teeth |
| Shark be hitting, it’s hard to breathe |
| Ain’t worried about nothing cause' the Glock is in reach |
| I’ma let that bitch bang like my name Chief Keef |
| I hop on the beat I talk flames |
| Pullup with a brand new icey ass chain |
| Work for this shit, I done gave myself a name |
| Wrist so cold I can feel it in my veins |
| This bitch suck on me like she came with fangs |
| Pullup too clean, don’t got a stain |
| Drank on me when I hop on the plane |
| I just popped a Perc, I don’t feel a thing |
| I don’t rock with these niggas, they be acting strange |
| All blues in my pocket, ain’t carrying change |
| Got a stick on me, it can shoot long range |
| I walk in the room, it’s a temperature change |
| Ice cold, VV my teeth |
| Shark be hitting, it’s hard to breathe |
| Ain’t worried about nothing cause' the Glock is in reach |
| I’ma let that bitch bang like my name Chief Keef |