Meek Mill – “Flamerz Flow” [Lyrics, Video]

Hip-hop act, Meek Mill premieres the visual for the “Flamerz Flow” track produced by Dat Boi Squeeze & 30 Roc. Watch the video, read the lyrics for the song.

Meek Mill Flamerz Flow

The hype surrounding Dreamchasers 5 intensifies as Meek Mill has returned. The rapper has been hinting at something new on the horizon and fans believed that there would be a release sometime this week, but a Monday (May 31) delivery came as a surprise. The Philadelphia rapper has been making headlines lately in connection to his ex Milan Harris, his controversies involving Tekashi 6ix9ine, or rumours having to do with Rick Ross and club entries, but Meek has stayed focused and dropped off “Flamerz Flow” to remind people of his skills.

Not only do fans get a new track from Meek, but it arrives along with a visual. In the music video, Meek highlights his hometown and shows himself enjoying some time with a few friends, including hitting up the studio with Bobby Shmurda and kicking it with Dave East. Keep your eyes and ears peeled for Dreamchasers 5 which is rumoured to be slated for release sometime this summer, and we’ll make sure to keep you updated as news unfolds about the project.

Lyrics

[Intro]
1209
What it do, 30? (What it do, 30?)

[Verse]
One false move, you a goner
We was maskin’ up before corona
Young nigga hangin’ out the Bentley
Wide arms swing around 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 her, I don’t need her
I’m like “We just tryna win shit”, Glock four, gem shit
Clear click and stick shift, don’t fear shit, we been shit
Two friends kissin’ on the yacht, that’s like a friendship
New Benz, when we hit they block, we spinnin’ this 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 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
Shit 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

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