Flamerz Flow

Flamerz Flow Lyrics

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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
f**k her, I don't feed her, I just f**k 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
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 f**k, 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