ZOTiYAC, InteNsify, CoreyLTE - Boombox! lyrics
[ZOTiYAC, InteNsify, CoreyLTE - Boombox! lyrics]
Shoutout inteNsify morteh
My nigga, you don't wanna be a victim
My nigga
You don't want a 223 up in your system
My nigga, I don't want your bitch
You better come and get her
Tryna run up on a nigga like me and a
Bitch gon' get hurt (for real)
Ayy, a big 762, that's what just hit him
(Bitch)
I can't go halves with no fuck nigga
That's why I just split him
I can't depend on nobody but 'Yac
That's why I love him
But these niggas make excuses like the
World be tryna fuck them but truthfully
You niggas know you not no main characters
Malaria, that nigga sick
I ain't no fuckin' carrier
(Ayy, fuck that shit)
Shorty been a 304 and think
I'm finna marry her
This bitch keep blowin' up my line
Told her hit my carrier (Dumb bitch)
Ayy, I told her I don't care
I'm finna bury her i burnt a bitch
But I didn't even fuck or get to cherish her
I burnt a gun
Dig another hole for it to sharе with her
I do it like the wеapon
Leave her shit in different areas
Ayo, DAK'll blow your
Motherfuckin' face off
My bitch bad and boujee
And she ready for the takeoff
(For the takeoff)
I've been workin' my ass off
I'm ready for that payoff
A nigga run up on me, tryna fire
And get laid off (Ayy)
One shot, ayy, two shots (Ayy, boom)
Wrap his head, he in the
Whip, and traffic dead, 2Pac
(Ayy, 2Pac)
Shit ain't funny no more like the Boondocks
(Shit ain't funny)
I'm outside your crib with
Choppas like a boombox
One shot, ayy, two shots (Ayy, boom)
Wrap his head, he in the
Whip, and traffic dead, 2Pac
(Ayy, like 2Pac)
Shit ain't funny no more like the Boondocks
(Shit ain't funny)
I'm outside your crib with
Choppas like a boombox (Ayy, boom)
My niggas raisin' hell
That's how you heard about me
Now she carbon copied
Need the type to leave my Nagasaki
If she see me
Treat the meat like it was Kawasaki
Grippin' handlebars
She give me gums and get the party started
Been that nigga in my fuckin' village
Muzzle to the ceiling
If they feel us, pop out with gorillas
Send me to the skrilla
Ain't no plastic in this rattle
Put them bullets to your mass pedal faster
Goin' tit-for tat gon' leave
Him on a packet
Who ain't hard enough? Please don't
Get me started up
You was runnin' from the issue, nigga
You ain't far enough
Speak my name, I pull up
Where you stay like, "Bitch
You proppin' her" ain't no warning shot
I grab the scope and let the target run
I need my Givenchy, Forgiatos on the Bentley
And you ain't really gang if I
Ain't seein' you in these trenches
Don't pull up where I lay
'cause if you hang, you need permission
If he trip, he let it bang or I'ma
Spray it till it's empty (Bitch, ayy)
My niggas put up shots in different areas
Beyond scared
Tell him get it straight before I bury him
Sticks and stones be down your
Block until it register
Compel the predators, you niggas
Not comin' competitive, ayy
One shot, ayy, two shots (Ayy, boom)
Wrap his head, he in the
Whip, and traffic dead, 2Pac
(Ayy, 2Pac)
Shit ain't funny no more like the Boondocks
(Shit ain't funny)
I'm outside your crib with
Choppas like a boombox
One shot, ayy, two shots (Ayy, boom)
Wrap his head, he in the
Whip, and traffic dead, 2Pac
(Ayy, like 2Pac)
Shit ain't funny no more like the Boondocks
(Shit ain't funny)
I'm outside your crib with
Choppas like a boombox (Ayy, boom)
My nigga, you don't wanna be a victim
My nigga
You don't want a 223 up in your system
My nigga, I don't want your bitch
You better come and get her
Tryna run up on a nigga like me and a
Bitch gon' get hurt (for real)
Ayy, a big 762, that's what just hit him
(Bitch)
I can't go halves with no fuck nigga
That's why I just split him
I can't depend on nobody but 'Yac
That's why I love him
But these niggas make excuses like the
World be tryna fuck them but truthfully
You niggas know you not no main characters
Malaria, that nigga sick
I ain't no fuckin' carrier
(Ayy, fuck that shit)
Shorty been a 304 and think
I'm finna marry her
This bitch keep blowin' up my line
Told her hit my carrier (Dumb bitch)
Ayy, I told her I don't care
I'm finna bury her i burnt a bitch
But I didn't even fuck or get to cherish her
I burnt a gun
Dig another hole for it to sharе with her
I do it like the wеapon
Leave her shit in different areas
Ayo, DAK'll blow your
Motherfuckin' face off
My bitch bad and boujee
And she ready for the takeoff
(For the takeoff)
I've been workin' my ass off
I'm ready for that payoff
A nigga run up on me, tryna fire
And get laid off (Ayy)
One shot, ayy, two shots (Ayy, boom)
Wrap his head, he in the
Whip, and traffic dead, 2Pac
(Ayy, 2Pac)
Shit ain't funny no more like the Boondocks
(Shit ain't funny)
I'm outside your crib with
Choppas like a boombox
One shot, ayy, two shots (Ayy, boom)
Wrap his head, he in the
Whip, and traffic dead, 2Pac
(Ayy, like 2Pac)
Shit ain't funny no more like the Boondocks
(Shit ain't funny)
I'm outside your crib with
Choppas like a boombox (Ayy, boom)
My niggas raisin' hell
That's how you heard about me
Now she carbon copied
Need the type to leave my Nagasaki
If she see me
Treat the meat like it was Kawasaki
Grippin' handlebars
She give me gums and get the party started
Been that nigga in my fuckin' village
Muzzle to the ceiling
If they feel us, pop out with gorillas
Send me to the skrilla
Ain't no plastic in this rattle
Put them bullets to your mass pedal faster
Goin' tit-for tat gon' leave
Him on a packet
Who ain't hard enough? Please don't
Get me started up
You was runnin' from the issue, nigga
You ain't far enough
Speak my name, I pull up
Where you stay like, "Bitch
You proppin' her" ain't no warning shot
I grab the scope and let the target run
I need my Givenchy, Forgiatos on the Bentley
And you ain't really gang if I
Ain't seein' you in these trenches
Don't pull up where I lay
'cause if you hang, you need permission
If he trip, he let it bang or I'ma
Spray it till it's empty (Bitch, ayy)
My niggas put up shots in different areas
Beyond scared
Tell him get it straight before I bury him
Sticks and stones be down your
Block until it register
Compel the predators, you niggas
Not comin' competitive, ayy
One shot, ayy, two shots (Ayy, boom)
Wrap his head, he in the
Whip, and traffic dead, 2Pac
(Ayy, 2Pac)
Shit ain't funny no more like the Boondocks
(Shit ain't funny)
I'm outside your crib with
Choppas like a boombox
One shot, ayy, two shots (Ayy, boom)
Wrap his head, he in the
Whip, and traffic dead, 2Pac
(Ayy, like 2Pac)
Shit ain't funny no more like the Boondocks
(Shit ain't funny)
I'm outside your crib with
Choppas like a boombox (Ayy, boom)