Boomshakalaka

Boom

We livin in the last days

Yeah we saw what's over

40 on me break you off proper

And even got the cocka just boomshakalaka

Yeah I'm a young cold mother fucker

Put the hammer out and rock it like boomshakalaka

My niggas hit licks like shotas load up the forty glockas

Like Boomshakalaka boom

And my bitch gone blast and she got that ass

Like boomshakalaka nigga

People say we runnin out of time

And they gonna drop anotha rhyme like boomshakalaka

I'm a lose my fuckin mind and I'm a

Blast this tech nine like boomshakalaka bitch

People say we runnin out of time

And they gonna drop anotha rhyme like boomshakalaka

A nigga run upon me and try to take mine

I'm a pop this tech nine like boomshakalaka bitch

I'm ballin forty in my hand

Bet this mother fucker won't NBA Jam

Up the springfield, don't' think my aim off

My Louie Jacket cost more then ya chain cost

I'm finna act up, not sober

Now show punks just how I'm strapped up

Glock on me, (fuck you up)

Hot damn, son of a bitch

Tell your daddy hush don't be a son of a snitch

Turn tha t.v. on, they tellin' stories

Turn your bitches on, she extra horny

And you know what I'm on, with your fine ass

She got red lipstick on the wine glass

I know you niggas mad

I see you tail wagging

Act like you got some sense or something bad will happen

She got off work and came straight to the club

Your bitch tryina catch a date with some rich thug

Oh you mad

Trill OG Bun B all ready

Trigger finger on the trigger and it's all steady

No problem is too big or too small

Got the third eye to see around corners and through walls

No matter who calls we answer first ring

Mind on the money baby that's the first thing

Got your baby mama buy her purse dreams

Losing her to me wouldn't be the worst thing

This that mob music, strictly for made men

Run up like you want it you can catch up fate then

I ain't playin I'll pop you and then I'm not stayin

They gone find you right there in the same spot you layin

I'm not the one and I'm not the two bro

I'm the cat who gone make it do what it do bro

And you know so act right

'Cause I'm gonna keep the mack tight make it go boomshakalaka

I'm what you call a living legend (sha-plow)

This what you call a mack eleven (sha-plow)

Here's two on the way down plow plow

Here's four more plow plow plow plow

I got a plan to take over your land

If you keep it a hundred I keep it a hundred grand

I'm not a star you know my name now my story

You simple you represent fame I rep glory

Damn now these nigga's talkin down

But they don't say nothin when I'm around

They don't fuck with y'all no doubt you get a pound

No matter of fact fuck that you get around

I don't' hang with industry niggas I hang with killers

I don't fuck with these rap niggas they ain't my niggas

My whole outfit from Paris

Show up to your house party like Robert Harris