Flamerz Flow Lyrics – Meek Mill
1209
What it do, 30? (What it do, 30?)
One false move, you a goner
We was maskin’ up before corona
Young *** hangin’ out the Bentley
Wide arms swing around the corner
Paper tag this is not a loaner
Drug ***, 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
*** her, I don’t feed her, I just *** her, I don’t need her
I’m like “We just tryna win ***”, Glock four, gem ***
Clear click and stick shift, don’t fear ***, we been ***
Two friends kissin’ on the yacht, that’s like a friendship
New Benz, when we hit they block, we spinnin’ this ***
We be ridin’ bulletproof, ’cause we be really in ***
He was ridin’ bulletproof, we shot it ’til we flipped it
***, 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 ***, ain’t play my sound, I’m out here bright and early
Workout with the lifers doin’ a thousand burpees, you dig?
Plain Jane, Richard, five-hundred-eighty Benz
*** expensive, gotta watch the way you shake my hand
I make the Richie match the Virgil, I just changed the plan
They killed my daddy, I was five and I got made a man
