Flames lyrics

Iight, I'm blowing on that sticky shit

Everybody's talking, bitches stalking, quick as Lawson

When I'm walking to the gym and shit

Everybody wanna get involved with the Dicky kid

I don't even know the deal y'all, I'm just killing shit

I ball like I'm playin the wii

Hit up all da ATMS, I been paying the fees

Being gay about the stems, Dicky weighing the weed

And now these labels on a cleanse, got em saying

We need jews, oh the dude the scoop boos

Boozing stupid and he rap bruising tunes amusing students

I'm the truth dude

Put some funny shit up on youtube

Now these mafuckas spitting looking shitty as doo doo

Who knew, ya dude got a lot to do

I don't fill them bitches up, but the lobster do

Plus she licking on my nut like it's pasta too

And now that Dicky blowing up all these bitches so compliant

These days dicky gotta cover up his privates

Bathroom pissing brothas buzzing on some spy shit

Man, I wish that my dick was a little bigger

Because I'm in a pickle for riddles about ma pickle

Being minimal, criminally abysmal and literally

Women I'm hitting is cognizant of every centimetre

And I'm meeting bitches who seem to be fucking Derek jeter's

Every weekend, very freaky, don't know what I'm doing to em

These bitches do the type of shit chicks in porn doing

Bathroom beating on my dick, right before I do 'em

Man that's my only chance, ya know

I'm handsome though

I gotcha lady dancing bro

Man ever since I came up in this motherfucker shit been changin'

Every rapper getting madder 'bout the funny shit I'm saying

They be trapping, I be napping, steady crapping on the game

And like a rabbit out the hat I'm doing magic wit the flames man

Better stop comparing me to Andy Milonakis

Andy Samberg, Adam Sandler, man I swear it's so obnoxious

I don't care about the rarity of care-free song topics

The hilarity and parody is not whats got you noddin when I write

On the mic spit, nothing like a white kid

Black bitches even fucking with me cause I'm nice wit

Raps, booty big as shit, I'm in it but she quite thick

Crap, from this angle I can barely fit the pipe tip

Like da the white man bright, and me don't bite

And me won't fight, me done watch da dark knight with a cold sprite

And me so kike, kite runner up on da cold night

And me done scrub de body with ton of the old spice

But fuck it

My buddy got a crib Nantucket

And everybody here with a bitch straight fucking

And everybody here know the kid stay bumpin'

My YouTube, Smith up on the Knicks, they subbing...aww

I just checked up in yo bitch's pussy up on 4square

Mini golfing oh so often you woulda swore I toured there

Break 'em off up in my office you know I record in there

It's boring there so fuck it

I been caking, don't mistake me for some rapper you hating

I'm actually making the hottest fucking tracks in the nation

Like Satan somehow created some elaborate gymnasium

Packing bowls in stadiums, came from packing the bowl in basements

Name a rapper in the game, spit a flame like you boy can

Everybody know I got it made like a boyband

Everybody know I'm getting laid like a Troy fan

I stay with Trojans on ma shit, ya dig?