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Box Weapon (feat. Tak) Video (MV)




Performed By: Vante
Language: English
Length: 3:18
Written by: Devante Riggins, Marco Murray




Vante - Box Weapon (feat. Tak) Lyrics
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Atlantic Ocean with the Ring
Continentel with the swing
Monumental with the Pain
Boxuheki coming with the rain
Pushing you niggas right down to the limit
Crossing your wires but not a technician
Rhymes be bussin' bible black edition
Gotta remember part of me's a christian
Eatin all the beef in my zone, get your game on chumley it's delicious
Never catch me slippin on my own, tell your whole famiglia they can get it
Guardian pardon the cardigan, varia quality must look the part again
Way I run fades? It's like I'm an artisan, your punches sweet
Love taps taste like marzipan
To us no defeat, f*ck you
Your whole squads deceased, plucked
Separated and segregated between trash and elites, us
Two swords turn to four scores and seven pieces up under the floor boards
When you see us you'll be greeting the lords chorus
And what's left is strictly for horror-core
You can come and get it, We'll never leave a witness
No testifying snitches, just bodies dumped in ditches
Ay
Now you done awakened the beast, now that I'm up I can't go back to sleep
Punctuating problems when I creep, rain flames drop you down to your knees
Got my weapon on me and it's tucked
Niggas hating, I don't give a f*ck
Run up if you really wanna die
Told you cowards, never press your luck
Got my ring to open up the box
Use my flames, when I'm sendin shots
Leave your body full of bullet holes
Looks like I'm connecting hella dots
Got my weapon on me and it's tucked
Niggas hating, I don't give a f*ck
Run up if you really wanna die
Told you cowards, never press your luck
Got my ring to open up the box
Use my flames, when I'm sendin shots
Leave your body full of bullet holes
Looks like I'm connecting hella dots
Black Xanxus
And I'm back brandishing, I'm back damaging with twin pistols
Got good aim so I will hit you
Put it to your brain, instant transmiss you
F*ck it
The way that y'all rap is disgusting
When I'm pissed I start all the destruction
I send hits and I follow instructions
I got rank when I enter the function
You're an off brand, you're a whole crumb
Translation, you ain't worth none
In other words, you are just scum
Rings on me and I move quick
Still got hands but I shoot shit
Overcoat, I got true drip
Minamoto, we the mob bitch
A real boss and I don't fight fair
When I fight, I'm in my chair
Fucboi taper, that's in my hair
Y'all send threats, but I don't care
X-burners, I can not lose
Get pistol whipped and kiss my shoes
Told you peasants, I don't like you
Skin your head, talking caillou
Not like Tsuna, I want all smoke
Y'all got low credit and y'all all broke
When I call fades, I'm no joke
Keep a blade just to cut throats
Aye
You did all that talking, but nothing happened
You should manage a lids, cuz you're good at cappin
You comparing yourself to me, just a fraction
It should be no surprise, you knew what would happen
Got my weapon on me and it's tucked
Niggas hating, I don't give a f*ck
Run up if you really wanna die
Told you cowards, never press your luck
Got my ring to open up the box
Use my flames, when I'm sendin shots
Leave your body full of bullet holes
Looks like I'm connecting hella dots
Got my weapon on me and it's tucked
Niggas hating, I don't give a f*ck
Run up if you really wanna die
Told you cowards, never press your luck
Got my ring to open up the box
Use my flames, when I'm sendin shots
Leave your body full of bullet holes
Looks like I'm connecting hella dots
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Atlantic Ocean with the Ring
Continentel with the swing
Monumental with the Pain
Boxuheki coming with the rain
Pushing you niggas right down to the limit
Crossing your wires but not a technician
Rhymes be bussin' bible black edition
Gotta remember part of me's a christian
Eatin all the beef in my zone, get your game on chumley it's delicious
Never catch me slippin on my own, tell your whole famiglia they can get it
Guardian pardon the cardigan, varia quality must look the part again
Way I run fades? It's like I'm an artisan, your punches sweet
Love taps taste like marzipan
To us no defeat, f*ck you
Your whole squads deceased, plucked
Separated and segregated between trash and elites, us
Two swords turn to four scores and seven pieces up under the floor boards
When you see us you'll be greeting the lords chorus
And what's left is strictly for horror-core
You can come and get it, We'll never leave a witness
No testifying snitches, just bodies dumped in ditches
Ay
Now you done awakened the beast, now that I'm up I can't go back to sleep
Punctuating problems when I creep, rain flames drop you down to your knees
Got my weapon on me and it's tucked
Niggas hating, I don't give a f*ck
Run up if you really wanna die
Told you cowards, never press your luck
Got my ring to open up the box
Use my flames, when I'm sendin shots
Leave your body full of bullet holes
Looks like I'm connecting hella dots
Got my weapon on me and it's tucked
Niggas hating, I don't give a f*ck
Run up if you really wanna die
Told you cowards, never press your luck
Got my ring to open up the box
Use my flames, when I'm sendin shots
Leave your body full of bullet holes
Looks like I'm connecting hella dots
Black Xanxus
And I'm back brandishing, I'm back damaging with twin pistols
Got good aim so I will hit you
Put it to your brain, instant transmiss you
F*ck it
The way that y'all rap is disgusting
When I'm pissed I start all the destruction
I send hits and I follow instructions
I got rank when I enter the function
You're an off brand, you're a whole crumb
Translation, you ain't worth none
In other words, you are just scum
Rings on me and I move quick
Still got hands but I shoot shit
Overcoat, I got true drip
Minamoto, we the mob bitch
A real boss and I don't fight fair
When I fight, I'm in my chair
Fucboi taper, that's in my hair
Y'all send threats, but I don't care
X-burners, I can not lose
Get pistol whipped and kiss my shoes
Told you peasants, I don't like you
Skin your head, talking caillou
Not like Tsuna, I want all smoke
Y'all got low credit and y'all all broke
When I call fades, I'm no joke
Keep a blade just to cut throats
Aye
You did all that talking, but nothing happened
You should manage a lids, cuz you're good at cappin
You comparing yourself to me, just a fraction
It should be no surprise, you knew what would happen
Got my weapon on me and it's tucked
Niggas hating, I don't give a f*ck
Run up if you really wanna die
Told you cowards, never press your luck
Got my ring to open up the box
Use my flames, when I'm sendin shots
Leave your body full of bullet holes
Looks like I'm connecting hella dots
Got my weapon on me and it's tucked
Niggas hating, I don't give a f*ck
Run up if you really wanna die
Told you cowards, never press your luck
Got my ring to open up the box
Use my flames, when I'm sendin shots
Leave your body full of bullet holes
Looks like I'm connecting hella dots
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Writer: Devante Riggins, Marco Murray
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