Boombox! (feat. Zotiyac)

(Shout-out 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 7.62, that's what just hit him (Bitch) I can't go halves with no f*ck 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 f*ck them But truthfully, you niggas know you not no main characters Malaria, that nigga sick, I ain't no fuckin' carrier (Ayy, f*ck 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 f*ck or get to cherish her I burnt a gun, dig another hole for it to share with her I do it like the weapon, leave her shit in different areas Ayo, Big AK will 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 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 (Ayy, boom) One shot, ayy, two shots Wrap his head, he in the whip, and traffic dead, 2Pac (Ayy, like 2Pac) Shit ain't funny no more like the Boondocks 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 noggin' soggy 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" 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 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 (Ayy, boom) One shot, ayy, two shots Wrap his head, he in the whip, and traffic dead, 2Pac (Ayy, like 2Pac) Shit ain't funny no more like the Boondocks I'm outside your crib with choppas like a boombox (Ayy, boom)