bappy:
sun dies, blood moon
pop out at night, they dead soon
wit newsex, inna new coupe
dis luxury, engine got em spooked

it aint halloween, celebrate now
no costume, rob ery house
12 on my ass imma run em down 
yea, ima run em down

give em hell, calamity
if u on my side, get bands wit me
do me wrong, u my enemy
choppa sings my melody
toughen up, dont do remedies
yo music ass, should b a  felony
i talk smooth, boy, kenny g
make dese bitches fold, like an fmg (x2)

im w twin we gon chop it up
hide the dead body, boy, chop it up
we gon put em right inna sarcophagus
leave em in the desert, rotting in the dust

best believe yung money take em out wit ease
mp5, swiss cheesed 
issa shame he didnt fw me
ima fry his ass, like its jollibees

mask on like its time for da purge
knife on me like im ready for murder
watch yo back, i been ducking these serpents
get my lick back, ill do em dirty

ill say it again, yea ill do em dirty
stop wit this aura shit, u pushin 30
he such a dork, he movin like berdly
one thing i learnd is show em no mercy

1end:
She wanna go real far, I told her, "Hold on"
I ain't been inside this bitch in like, uh, so long

I'm tryna get in that pussy, bitch
Right now it's time to get in that cat, uh
I'm tryna hit that ho right now
Tryna hit that ho from the back

It's too much money on me, I'm having a cash attack
Do a show back-to-back
If I'm getting money and you getting money
Then why is you hating, like, bitch, you a rat?

They gotta go put my name on top of a statue
Okay, like, bitch, that's a fact
Nut on top of her face
On top of the boobs, like, bitch, on top of the tat

It's me and Lil' Chloe, we go back-to-back
Like, bitch, we selling the packs, no FIFA
Brodie be bringin' the heat like a heater
I know that she going, I don't need to see her

I'm on the top floor, you on the bleachers
Like, bitch, yeah, I been fucking hoes since The Bleachers
I don't want this ho, go and delete her
My bitches so bad yeah you need to go see 'em

You can't even see me
My bitches be up on the TV, like Vogue 
Give me a three piece
I know that my bitch need me, like woah
You can't bleed what I bleed
I'm bleeding, the cash goes down to the floor
Bitch, yeah, that's just the flow
I been fucking hoes right, kick out the door

Like, bitch, I these pop tags, damn
Yeah, I just got a new Bugatti
I just got her a new body
Will I fuck her? Maybe, probably

I got a hundred dollar bills coming out my ass
Coming out my pocket
Baby, do you see the vehicle?
Yeah, I promise you you can't stop it

Baby, I'm making me too much profit
Baby, I'm making me too much progress
Baby, I put my dick inside her mouth
Get her jaw, go ahead and lock it (Baby, I)

I just went and took a hundred thousand cash
Bitch, outta my deposit (Baby, I)
I don't wanna fuck this bitch
So I told her oh, yeah, she better go stop it
Uh, damn

CALAMITY (with 1end) [PROD. SAEPH  & Y4N4]

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