(Pipe that shit up, TNT) (Khris James, what the fuck?) My sound, rude boy sound (Ah) My sound, my sound, jungle sound In my town, it ain't calm, it's too real Out at night, protect your life when in the field, get hit with that steel Gun sounds in my grandma house, I hear them all night None your business, stay up out my life, the gangstas, they be tellin' lies My sound, it 'round the town My sound, make the hoes turn around My sound, not playin' with the sound My sound, kill, kill sound Shoot what it is, I'm out my mind, I got your son bangin' slime Who left him dead up inside the neighborhood?, that was I Don't cross that line, respect my mind, bitch I'm gon' hit you with that iron I'm a grimy motherfucker, tell them Trinidad my kind Shit look we bang too, what it is you wanna do? Oh you wanna try me, I'm gon' slump you and then flex on you bitches like Big Dump do I don't dance, I just bop, you gotta watch inside the party She wanna fuck, let me record it My music make her act retarded (Slime) My sound, it 'round the town My sound, make the hoes turn around My sound, not playin' with the sound My sound, kill kill sound My sound, rude boy sound My sound, jungle sound My sound, jungle sound My sound My sound