[Intro: Meek Mill]
Due to some violent content, parental discretion is advised
Flamers! (Two)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I say, my niggas be rollin on sour, sipping on champ' (Boss)
'Cause it ain't shit but young bosses in my camp (Yeah)
Certified goon, 100 on my stamp (One hundred)
Got the haters throwing shade 'cause I'm shining like a lamp (Shining)
Shining like a lamp, sh-shining like a lamp
You see the haters throwing shade 'cause I'm shining like a lamp (Shining)
Shining like a lamp, sh-shining like a lamp
Me and P-Mon in the caddy and we be sliding like a ramp, yeah
I get it, like this, like that
That purple shit that I be slanging sticky like micetraps
I take a loss, but I don't fall, I'ma get right back
I drop the oils in the water and it just might—
[Interlude: T.I.]
Ayy, say, what's happening, homie? This T.I.P., man. The King himself, man, live and direct from the streets of the A-Town. Ayy, man, it bring me great pleasure to introduce to you my man Meek Millyz, you know what I'm saying? Ayy, he giving you "Flamers 2: The Hottest in the City." Yeah, you heard me, partner, I said it. Meek Mill, Grand Hustle. "Flamers 2: The Hottest in the City" I know them haters gon' hate that. What the fuck I care? Ayy, dig this, Meek. Tell them niggas they can catch me in the biggest office in the corner of the tallest building, partner. I'll see you when I see you. Keep getting that money, homeboy. Holla at me when that album done. Grand Hustle, nigga!
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I get it like this like that
That purple shit that I be slanging sticky like micetraps
I take a loss, but I don't fall, I'ma get right back
I drop the oils in the water, shit it just might crack
Said it just might snap, yeah, it just might jump (Yeah)
Shit I might just hit it hard and come up just like luck
I got these bitches in my face, I say they just like bumps
So I pop them and watch them fade away, that a player way
I be A-OK, kicking it like an 808 (Kicking it)
'Cause I get, if I dont got it, I make a way (Yeah)
Natural-born hustler
Ever since a young'un', I been all about that double-up
Ya'll was playing double dutch (Faggots), running with the girls
I was watching for the D-boys and how they make they sales
Now, I do it well, I learned from the realest
If it ain't about no money, then it ain't about me, nigga (Nigga)
Yeah, gotta bop like this
Can't wear skinny jeans 'cause my Glock won't fit (Nope)
No one on the corner got a swagger like this
When I step up in the hood, I be good, real shit
Just me, no goons, R/T go vroom
Got them multicolored diamonds looking like a cartoon
See them haters looking at me wanna stick me—harpoon
But I'm strizzy with that glizzy, put a nigga on snooze (Sleep!)
Hahaha! Fresh like Mannie be (Mannie)
I said the Rollie face blue like a Xanny be (Haha!)
I'm here now, they like, "Can he be?" (Can he?)
Five to ten is what them haters had planned for me (Haters)
More money is what The Maker had planned for me
But I'm back‚ now watch the whole hood chant for me
(I'm back!) And watch the whole hood chant for me
'Cause I'm back—
