Drop A Missile

[Chorus: Flatline Forreal]
Oh lord, I turn a single to a triple
Same dirty mother fucker use to sling them nickels
Made a lot out of a little, to me this shit was simple
No stepping on the product, Imma always drop a missile, Aye!
Drop a missile, all these stripes; now I'm official
I get it how I got it, so I got it how I get it, Aye!
Drop a missile, back when I was little
Put that white boy on the corner like Malcom In The Middle with a missile

[Verse: Bmore Blizz]
Ain’t no issue Imma always drop a missile
On the block jamming nickels with a pistol
O.G. in this game, I’m a veteran
Smoking O.G. that's my mother fucking medicine
Take a onion then I turn it to a double
Hit the block with the Drac, your ass in trouble
Oh, you got a gun? You best be quick to blow that
That cannon hit your heard and shit go Black, like Kodak
I’m a real one, I ain’t never took the bitch route
30 stick; I’m ‘bout to show you what this bitch ‘bout
You play with life, and you know there ain't no refund
I kill you once, bring you back, you getting re-done
I ain’t going back and forth like a refund
AK-47 on my lap; That’s a big gun
Blizzy stay strapped, hold weight, Big Pun
Jamming over South if you want it come and get some

[Chorus: Flatline Forreal]
Oh lord, I turn a single to a triple
Same dirty mother fucker use to sling them nickels
Made a lot out of a little, to me this shit was simple
No stepping on the product, Imma always drop a missile, Aye!
Drop a missile, all these stripes; now I'm official
I get it how I got it, so I got it how I get it, Aye!
Drop a missile, back when I was little
Put that white boy on the corner like Malcom In The Middle with a missile

[Verse: Flatline Forreal]
Blow the whistle! It’s official!
That shit clearer than a crystal, got this MAG you get ya issue
I pop up, won’t benefit you. Wear the shoe, that shit fit you
Take my aim, I won’t miss you I turn beef into some gristle
Drop a missile like a drone strike
I ain’t seen him, if I see him, then it’s on sight
They all want to be just like me, they my clones right?
Ironic how I leave a dead-beat with no life
I'm talking on ice, Blizzard had ‘em froze up
I’m always ready for whatever like my bro Cutt
I was the boy - Now I'm the man; I done grown up
Just know that we gon’ show off when we show up
Hold up! Had to level up my leverage
Y’all screaming ‘Gang Gang’ and you ain’t got no membership
I talk money, if we spoke I quote an estimate
I be killing everything; Here go the evidence

[Chorus: Flatline Forreal]
Oh lord, I turn a single to a triple
Same dirty mother fucker use to sling them nickels
Made a lot out of a little, to me this shit was simple
No stepping on the product, Imma always drop a missile, Aye!
Drop a missile, all these stripes; now I'm official
I get it how I got it, so I got it how I get it, Aye!
Drop a missile, back when I was little
Put that white boy on the corner like Malcom In The Middle with a missile