Flamerz Flow (Bonus Track)

(álbum: Expensive Pain - 2021)

1209
What it do, 30? (What it do, 30?)

One false move, you a goner
We was masking up before corona
Young nigga hanging 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 wilding, it's no way that I'ma eat her
Fuck her, I don't feed her, I just fuck her, I don't need her
I'm like "We just tryna win shit", Glock, fourth gen shit
Clear clip, extend shit, don't fear shit, we bend shit
Two friends kissing on the yacht, that's like a friendship
New Benz, when we hit they block, we spinning they're shit
We be riding bulletproof, 'cause we be really in shit
He was riding 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
Hanging with the killers playing 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 doing 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