Boomshakalaka

Boom
 We livin in the last days
 Yeah we saw what's over
 [Hook:]
 40 on me break you off papa
 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 with 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
 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 I 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
 [Hook]
 Bitch trill OG barbeda on ready
 Triger finger on the triger 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 [?]
 Losing a hundred million wouldn't be the worst thing
 This that mob music, stricktly 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 lay in
 I'm no the one and I'm no 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
 [Hook]
 I'm what you call a living legend (sha-plow)
 Thiss 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
 [Hook]