Hound 2 ft. Bigg Kiaa & OAOJOOO Lyrics

Where you been, big dog?

You get so mad about it

This sound won't bring you joy, go ask your fans about it

(Ask around a little bit)

All this icy land around us

This ground is what I planted, I can stand up on it

This is how I sound

Mortar rounds that shake the ground

No quarter found, the floor is down

We move like hounds toward the town

Let's activate, that sun is down

Go heavyweight, go pound for pound

I tracked and ate all that I found

Reanimated underground

These skeletons are closet bound

This medicine is knocking loud

This regimen of blocking out

Had been a win, I'm stopping clowns

Like gelatin I'm oozing round

They're genuinely losing out

They're jealous when I move in town

With fellas bent on proving grounds

Roof roof roof roof roof

Where my hounds at?

I'm from over North where you gone hear bout three-four rounds clap

Your man can make his hands clap

But I can make these bands clap

Kiaa make a fan clap like

Clap clap clap clap

I'm a little rebel

I get rowdy, this ain't new to me

They don't like my sound

Well that's alright lil bitch, that's cool with me

Nah, fuck that

Bitch don't disrespect me

He turn into a zombie off the perc

He might infect me

Yuck

You in the war zone

Tell your soldiers to retreat

He sitting in the back, I put that baby in his seat

Goo goo ga ga

I'm his mammy

He can't walk

Cuz he can't stand me

If I call up O A O

He pulling up locked in like family

Bitch

Took a year off to ensure the roots was locked 

Now the tulip popped 

Daark said that he wanted something hot 

So I had to jot

My thoughts of what dis music means to me rather then what it's not

My soul is gold so I don't need no kitchen or no cooking pot

I been dat you know what 

Just cuz my genuinity

Despite the evil and the hate, you see I got no enemies

They out here beefing with themselves cause I protect my energy 

We all got wounds to heal and thrills to kill, I vote for therapy 

Yes I'm in tune, duh 

You tuned in, I'm boomed up

Dis gas pack, not loon bruh 

Big rapid fuck Coon, huh 

Too soon, huh

This what it's like when you eat with your hands 

This what it's like when you can't trust yo man's

This what it's like when bread and the vibes 

And the healing and dealing be paid in advance 

This is how I sound

Mortar rounds that shake the ground

No quarter found, the floor is down

We move like hounds toward the town

Let's activate, that sun is down

Go heavyweight, go pound for pound

I tracked and ate all that I found

Reanimated underground

These skeletons are closet bound

This medicine is knocking loud

This regimen of blocking out

Had been a win, I'm stopping clowns

Like gelatin I'm oozing round

They're genuinely losing out

They're jealous when I move in town

With fellas bent on proving grounds

Where you been, big dog?

Where you been, big dog?

Where you been, big dog?