Tha Sound Lyrics

He be fuckin' with my shit, lil cracka I'm wildin'

Bitch, you came up lackin' so I'm still alive

On my mama, he be talkin' shit, that's the awkward shit

Get that pole on forehead, he finna get hit

And there's the sound, of a hundred rounds

Snow caught that little hoe, now you wanna know

Lay down with two dimes on his fuckin' eyes, bro

The bullet land between his fuckin' eyebrows

Hum sticks in the trunk

Lil boy dumb he finna get dumped

Hum hum smoke in my lungs

We never get drun so we beat the punk ass up

Hum totin' that lit gun he ain't none of me, feel like I'm playin' with my son

On my mama he might run

Unless he wanna face the cannon

Smell the gun powder, let cry his baby mama

He dead, but no one's cryin' for his loss

He dead, but no one's cryin' except his mama

Welcome in the mountains, no one's maintain

Rich Snowman and his whole gang, you won't feel okay

Playin' with who, playin' with me, say what

Reach my chain and you the next who gon' get shoot at

Stepped in a casket, head blown

Can't swerve the ballistic, on God

Be realistic

I'm ballin' with his ass, straight in the basket

I got that jewelry on my neck, ooh

And the money dance in my pocket

Playin' with my sack, shawty came for the sex

God bless the bitch, cause she just here for a head

They only like me for my song, she know me through'em

Now she got her eyes on me, she think I'm cool

She know I'm really lit, but I'm not really rich

Bless the boy cause this bitch told me she ain't really with him