Sound Lyrics

Now let's all play fair

Break

Break

Break

What

Check

What what what

She tryna work on my style, bae I'm cool, I'm putting' it down, hey

Horses be chewing' they mouth, wait I like how she spit on' the couch, laid

Lay ups we makin' em count, game I'm only gone' court in the trial, wait

Niggas can't wait to come out, tape, busting' these rappers for clout

Stage, they murders, we playin' them out Save the disc and download all the files, hey

Give to a kid who a J, great, that's how you blow up in the game

Maid, they cleaning' up house in the shade Spades, we cutting you, throwing' them out

Frames, they golden, got diamonds throughout Flame, yo mama, she rich from my drought

Stain

I show you who dripping' for now man, you stupid, we figured it out

Mane

I'm tryna work on my sound, I'm tryna work on my sound

I'm tryna work on my work on my I'm tryna work on my sound I'm tryna work on my sound

I'm tryna work on my sound I'm tryna work on my work on my I'm tryna work on my sound I'm tryna work on my style I'm tryna work on myself I'm tryna work on my work on my style I'm tryna work on me

Literally

Niggas is figurines, fake as a tint on a two percent limousine sick of these energies comin' with symphonies

I don't do sympathy, I be your remedy, I'm in your kidneys

Cooler than chivalry it's not a mystery I know you digging' me, We breaking' ground

I don't mean physically shaking' the house but bitches is fidgeting, Figure me out

Homie, you kidding' me

In and I'm out, sorta like Listerine clean up my count, my money is really green

Heels of this shit, who really wanna ski feelin' this shit, fields of this shit

Feelin' me then, finna leave Really to shit, really I'm spent

Bought the squeeze, aim at a pit With all my kids, bitches is fleas

Really don't get any weeds I'm high as a print, look at these

Where are those?

How can they be?

How could you know

Had they be, I wouldn't know You actually, you couldn't know

You had to leave uh

I'm tryna work on my sound, I'm tryna work on my sound

I'm tryna work on my style I'm tryna work on my work on my I'm tryna work on my style I'm tryna work on my self

You stupid, we figured it out you stupid, we figured it out

I know you didn't, you doubt great and borderline hate all of the found

Change the way you can bank on account fake and lame can never be sound

Same way you hating' my style, break I'm tryna work on my sound, I'm tryna work

on my sound I'm tryna work on my style I'm tryna work in her mouth

Stop tryna figure me out

Stop tryna figure me out

Stop tryna figure me out

Stop tryna figure me out

You in the way

You in the way

You in the way

You in the way

In the way in the way in the way

In the way

do what I need, do what I lead do what I please, do what I need

do what I please, do what I please do what I need

I'm tryna work on my sound, I'm tryna work and I'm out

I'm a story, boy, I clean and i put dick in her mouth