Meek Mill - Flamerz Flow lyrics

1209 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