Emm - D.T.T.O.M.B (Drop The Top On My Back) lyrics

K9 Hook (x2): Oh yeah We Drop the top on my back Drop the top on my back Oh yeah We Drop the top on my back Drop the top on my back Ladies love my snapback Oh yeah We drop the on my back Ladies love my snapback K9 Verse 1: Okay we drop the top on my back Man I swear yo girl gave me snapback K9 steppin' in, promise never go whack Green face, you'd swear I work at nedbank Big dreams, that's why I'm taking long naps And I ain't got no beef, okay Kool Kat? Busy bumpin that these haters can't hold me back Man I gun a cow, BULL-et And I juss saw Khuli Chana Ong tlwahela masepa, kentsa Panga Man the Flow's colder than a Panda I mean polar bear, man I juss don't I care Man I got Mandela, man I got Mbeki Man I got Malema, keya o jella maybe You look at my feet, I'm wearing Jeremy Scott - Nomvete (Hook) EMM Verse 2: I'm like a river of needles, my flow is always on point Making music for drug addicts I'm always workin' on dope joints Gave de game a luxutive, nowadays we running sh** They say de street is talking, I heard them say they love my sh** I should call myself dynamite coz on the mic Im the bomb Affiliated wit Bin Laden, I got explosive methapors Durban July is over, n***a you should hold yo horses All my sh** is too hot, I burn toilets n pampers Why am I so sick? Im allergic to whack rappers Day dreamin' of oral s**, dawg this is mind blowing! (Hook) K9 Verse 3: Okay, I'm back again like 2 spinal cords I don't pop molly, nor Tom Ford K9 Ima dog, spell that sh** backwards Yo girl fallin for me like soccer tackles Okay now drop this sh**! Don't like the track, s** my big **** Bridge: Oh yeah We drop the top on my back EMM murder this track! EMM Verse 4: I spit a verse with a knife in my hand, I'm gona k** it You listen to my verse with a shuffle, you gona dig it Im so down to earth, the sky is not the limit Im looking at the bigger picture with a clear vision Drop the top on my back You probably need to step back Cos yo sh** is all wack Im going for levels they can't reach They telling me that it can't be Im thinking how could they doubt me They thinking how could they stop me Im going for mine in top speed You thinking of f**in with my team? Im making it clear you might bleed They say I talk a lot of sh**, so cover yo nose when I speak Get yoself a plate, I have a lot of beef K9 Verse 5: I k**ed 2 verse, f**-n***as ain't gay but they hit wit me purses Flow is so sick, my damn mother got me a bus full of nurses My father died, now I'm praying to God that he break all of the curses Stop hating on me, if you hating on me then you masturbate homie f** what you saying, you n***as is playing like pushin a trollie You makin it rain? Step away n***a, I'm changing the weather I'm getting Mandela, no Zuma, no Mbeki, no Julius Malema God took away my father, my teacher and Andre Malema Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Ain't talking spanish but when I see you n***a.. “Ante le kanto” I show no Messi, I'm keeping it real like my name Ronaldo Ngi blind nje ngo Stieve, but don't surprised when I play a piano!