Meek Mill - Flamerz Flow (Lyrics)



What it do, 30? (What it do, 30?)


One false move, you a goner

We was maskin' up before corona

Young nigga hangin' out the Bentley

While I'm swinging 'round the corner

Paper tag, this is not a loaner

Drug dealer, this one for the owners

This ain't for the leasers

Tom Ford loafers, you could never tie my sneakers

Put her on the block list, I'm like "Bye Felicia"

I be on the island with a Spanish mamacita

And shorty, she be wildin', it's no way that I'ma eat her

Fuck her, I don't feed her, I just fuck hеr, I don't need her

I'm like "We just tryna win shit", Glock, fourth gеn shit

Clear clip, extend shit, don't fear shit, we bend shit

Two friends kissin' on the yacht, that's like a friendship

New Benz, when we hit they block, we spinnin' they're shit

We be ridin' bulletproof, 'cause we be really in shit

He was ridin' bulletproof, we shot it 'til we flipped it

Nigga, I was sturdy back when I was dirty

Started with an ounce, had twenty million by the time I'm thirty

I was in and out, deep in that field where niggas die by thirty

Hangin' with the killers playin' bye-bye-birdy, ya' dig?

Condo in Tribeca, got my mom in Jersey

I wish death on anything that threaten me or try to hurt me

I was rich as fuck, ain't play my cell, I'm out here bright and early

Workout with the lifers doin' a thousand burpees, you dig?

Plain Jane, Richard, five-hundred-eighty Benz

Shit expensive, gotta watch the way you shake my hand

I make the Richie match the Virgil, I just changed the band

They killed my daddy, I was five and I got made a man