Kalamiti - Make Em Drop (feat. State)
I just feel likeI got a few things to say right now
Ahem
I ain't one for minglin disrespect my social
Distance you better think again
Yeah, fuck a bad bitch, you wanna get close to this
Then you better bring a friend
Yup, been a jerk till I'm in the dirt
Shit doesn't go my way I make it work
If life was a race you know
God damn well that I'm taking first
Hate me? Well I hate you worse
Turn the bass up while I slay the verse
I formulate the words that
Make the girls spread their legs and purr
Adult content may occur
Heed my warning if you a snowflake
Go away before I make it worse
Kiss my naked arse
I ain't into clean rap
But I'd still mop the floor with em
And I even gave your songs a chance
Till I got too bored with em
Before I get called a meanie head
I guess I better stop the war with em
But guess who's coming out the room
If you put us in and locked the doors on em
And I'd let it be the death of me
If you ever fucked with my pedegree
Or a friend to me
We would forever be enemies
You're just a pet to me
We're about to make fetch happen
Ya'll some bitches, I don't Mean Girls
But you sound like Gretchen rappin
We flow fluid like water
Makin moves on your daughters
Panties we make em drop
Send these goons to the slaughter
Ooo are they bothered
When we make it hot
We flow fluid like water
Makin moves on your daughters
Panties we make em drop
Send these goons to the slaughter
Ooo are they bothered
When we make it hot
Hold up a minute, gotta catch my breath
Woo! let's go, let's go, let me at em again
ERR
Somebody come get me, I'm deadly
Spit from the lips till I'm empty
The devil sent me, No Fendi
Invest, don't spend on a Bentley
I'm simply, The best there is
The best there was and ever will be
I'm Filthy, You feel me
Sharpshooter to the hart till you tap out
Bankin cash till I cash out
Don't throw stones from a glass house
Yeah I gotta bad mouth
From Canada so call me a mad child
Don't make me pull my mask down
I didnt wanna have to lash out
Little rainbow rays of sunshine
Gonna meet a man with a black cloud
Been a problem since 09
Watch them sweat as I come back with vengeance
Got off that boom bap, switch to trap
I've come to smack rap to its senses
Who I gotta diss in this bitch to get my respect
Come from the class of the legends
Ready for war with anybody
At anytime I'll go back to the trenches
Your time is up, Eviction notices
Pack your bags
I'm straight killin em all, pour your liquor
Half mast your flags
They keep asking if I'm back, double tap
Two shots to the haters
It's like they killed my fuckin dog
Then I turn to the baba yaga
We flow fluid like water
Makin moves on your daughters
Panties we make em drop
Send these goons to the slaughter
Ooo are they bothered
When we make it hot
We flow fluid like water
Makin moves on your daughters
Panties we make em drop
Send these goons to the slaughter
Ooo are they bothered
When we make it hot
Let me pass this mic off real quick
BAR KINGS
Let me undo these chains man
They don't want that
SICK EM BOY, SICK EM
Err
Came for the beef
And I'll leave with your teeth
State primo rap when it come to the beats
I do what I do
And it ain't discrete
Spit fire fuego
Bringing the heat
I dominate
Fuck the fake
Middle finger in the air
Let it circulate
If its eat what you kill
Better fill my plate
Got a big ol belly
And a taste for steak
I'm hungry I get ugly
Ain't no way nobody touch me
I'm the best up in this bitch
Got my feet up looking comfy
Another rapper in my tummy
You Thought different you a dummy
I'm about my business bitch
Bar kings we getting money
So try it scap
When you hear the rap
Hit harder than the swing
Of a baseball bat
When I bring it back
On that double tap
Know better when you dealing with a king of rap
I kill everything
Including this track
Making em drop
Fentanyl contact
I'm deadly boy
Better know about that
Cause the consequence
Will leave your ass straight flat
And I'm far from done
This the start of fun
Playing with me
Like a loaded gun
If you really want that
Come and get you some
Ill air this bitch out
Like a hole in lung
Got the game set and match
Like a whole in one
Holding it down
Till the kingdom come
Kalamiti called
Said states the one
To get the job done
Here that pressure come
We flow fluid like water
Makin moves on your daughters
Panties we make em drop
Send these goons to the slaughter
Ooo are they bothered
When we make it hot
Written by:
Kenneth Hait, William Beasley
Publisher:
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