Drop Zone Lyrics

One time for my people on the west side

Two times for my people on the grind

Hands up if my party people in here

We gon' go all night

Welcome to the drop zone, it's not a pop song

It's a T Lock song, we bout to rock song

Aces on the dance floor, ladies, bout to do his dance

Yeah he do lil diddy, but he all about da bandz

Yee, n that's the ring finga

I used to throw up the middle like a binge drinka

And now my life is all glam, and I got a mini van

Tryna keep it all clean like a street sweepa

For real

It's Flood Gang boy and we puts it down

I hold dat rock like I run this town

Heavy is the head wit da crown

And every time I get to speak I move the crowd

Welcome to the drop

Hey ma, is you a real one

You into fake tannin' or the real Son

This beat bangin' baby, like a steel drum

Now take it to the dance floor and make it stop

And errbody drop

Drop Zone, welcome to the drop

Drop Zone, welcome to the drop

Drop Zone, welcome to the drop

From the sky to the ground

Got the blessings comin' down

Let em' drop

Let's go cuz we don't need a reason

Wheels up the plane leaving this evening

Flood love cuz we ain't into beefin

Shout out G-O-D just to breath another season

Thought we left ? Cuz we didn't have the right mind

Red pill blue pill still goin need a life line

Thought we left ? we was busy building pipelines

Drop Zone to the Money Train Wesley snipes lines

Nino in your city but your boi ain't New Jack

Killer on the mic I'm like I thought you knew that

Club beat with the Boom Bap

Confused that I can do that

Full report got the woman on the dance floor

Fellas throwing hands for her

Every time I drop a record… they demand more

Moving with the hour glass you sit and watch the sand pour

Prayin' in his name to endure so I can soar

Training every day you prepare for what you plan for

You know it's hot if me and Lock goin' drop it

Certified Bop it

Rappers think they Jays not even Affion Crocketts

Comedians can stop it

I'm Maverick in the cockpit

My standards where your top hits

Your standard is an option

Lack of goals toxic

Bun up with the chop sticks

Sauce dipped, boss chick, opt-in plot twist

Red lining life, halo jump for the optics

Hey ma, is you a real one

You into fake tannin' or the real Son

This beat bangin' baby, like a steel drum

Now take it to the dance floor and make it stop

And errbody drop

Drop Zone, welcome to the drop

Drop Zone, welcome to the drop

Drop Zone, welcome to the drop

From the sky to the ground

Got the blessings comin' down

Let em' drop