Boomshakalaka King Chip (Ft. Bun B)

[Intro: Chip tha Ripper]
Boom
We livin' in the last days
Yeah we saw what's over

[Hook: Chip tha Ripper]
40 on me break you off proper
Ain't even gotta cock it just boomshakalaka
Yeah I'm a young cold motherfucker
Pull the hammer out and rock ya like boomshakalaka
My niggas hit licks like Shottas
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 another bomb like boomshakalaka
I'm a lose my fucking mind
And I'mma blast this tech nine like boomshakalaka bitch
People say we runnin out of time
And they gonna drop another bomb like boomshakalaka
A nigga run upon me and try to take mine
I'm a pop this tech nine like boomshakalaka bitch

[Verse 1: Chip tha Ripper]
I'm ballin forty in my hand
Bet this motherfucker 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 (drunk as fuck)
I'm strapped up, glaucoma (fuck you up)
Hot damn, son of a bitch
Tell your daddy hush don't be a son of a snitch
Turn the t.v. on, they tellin' stories
Turn your bitches on, she extra horny
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 tryna catch a date with some rich thugs
And you mad