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 n_gga 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
F_ck her, I don't feed her, I just f_ck her, I don't need her
I'm like "We just tryna win sh_t", Glock, fourth gen sh_t
Clear clip, extend sh_t, don't fear sh_t, we bend sh_t
Two friends kissin' on the yacht, that's like a friendship
New Benz, when we hit they block, we spinnin' they're sh_t
We be ridin' bulletproof, 'cause we be really in sh_t
He was ridin' bulletproof, we shot it 'til we flipped it
N_gga, 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 n_ggas 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 f_ck, 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
Sh_t 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