CîR RED, Young Deji - The Sound Lyrics

Yo Deji
What Up Taylor Gang
Riding through the town I got my Windows down
Turning up the music do you feel Me now
Holding on to Aces blowing by the Pound
Kinda hypnotizing can hear the Sound
Pull up
Hop outa the Whip
I make the camera man focus
When I walk up in the club
Standing on all kinda shit toasting
Just gotta lite it,
We rolled it before we step out the House
Okay Your mad because your bitch Can't find her way out
Okay Don't Ash On my Chucks
Chrome might just fade you
I'm just saying I can save you
Jada your on Taylor Gang
That be the Fucking Label
Remember I ain't had no Cable
I'm just Stayin From North Maple
Just because I'm outside showing love
Don't Think Shits Sweet Don't get Shit Fucked Up
Mind Your Business
Hate Don't Pay Better Get Your Bucks Up
Riding through the town I got my Windows down
Turning up the music do you feel Me now
Holding on to aces blowing by the Pound
Kinda hypnotising can hear the Sound
I'm on gin n drugs tell um mix it Up "uhh"
They be pouring up whille I'm twissin' up some "yeaa"
Screamin at my shows I know the Feeling us cuz "uhuh"
T.H.C pills tossed up in my cup "man whatt"
Not for all of us unless ya one of us (One of what) "yea yup"
Shop in all the stores I got my Benjis up "facts"
Smokin' all the loud smell me When I walk up
Yea it's really Not the 2 it's the 1 "yea yup"
Push button coupe cruise it just For fun just for what "vroom"
Blood sweat tears bruises and Some cuts "on god"
In the studio you know we blazing Up "smoking dope"
Smoking stupid heavy ashing on My chucks
On my chucks
Kinda hypnotizing can hear the Sound
Riding through the town I got my windows down

Yo Deji
What Up Taylor Gang
Riding through the town I got my Windows down
Turning up the music do you feel Me now
Holding on to Aces blowing by the Pound
Kinda hypnotizing can hear the Sound
Pull up
Hop outa the Whip
I make the camera man focus
When I walk up in the club
Standing on all kinda shit toasting
Just gotta lite it,
We rolled it before we step out the House
Okay Your mad because your bitch Can't find her way out
Okay Don't Ash On my Chucks
Chrome might just fade you
I'm just saying I can save you
Jada your on Taylor Gang
That be the Fucking Label
Remember I ain't had no Cable
I'm just Stayin From North Maple
Just because I'm outside showing love
Don't Think Shits Sweet Don't get Shit Fucked Up
Mind Your Business
Hate Don't Pay Better Get Your Bucks Up
Riding through the town I got my Windows down
Turning up the music do you feel Me now
Holding on to aces blowing by the Pound
Kinda hypnotising can hear the Sound
I'm on gin n drugs tell um mix it Up "uhh"
They be pouring up whille I'm twissin' up some "yeaa"
Screamin at my shows I know the Feeling us cuz "uhuh"
T.H.C pills tossed up in my cup "man whatt"
Not for all of us unless ya one of us (One of what) "yea yup"
Shop in all the stores I got my Benjis up "facts"
Smokin' all the loud smell me When I walk up
Yea it's really Not the 2 it's the 1 "yea yup"
Push button coupe cruise it just For fun just for what "vroom"
Blood sweat tears bruises and Some cuts "on god"
In the studio you know we blazing Up "smoking dope"
Smoking stupid heavy ashing on My chucks
On my chucks
Kinda hypnotizing can hear the Sound
Riding through the town I got my windows down