YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Top Sound Lyrics

(Pipe that shit up, TNT)
(Khris James, what the fuck?)
My sound, rude bwoy sound (ah-da-da-da)
My sound (ah-da-da-da)
My sound, jungle sound (ayy)

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 'em all night
Mind your business, stay up out my life
They ain't gangster, they be tellin' lies

My sound, it's from the town
My sound make the crowd gather 'round
My sound, nuh play' wit' sound
My sound, kill kill sound

Shit, 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 trickin' ain't my kind
Shit, look, we bang too, what it is you wan' do?
Oh, you wan' try mine? 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's from the town
My sound make the crowd gather 'round
My sound, nuh play' wit' sound
My sound, kill kill sound

My sound, rude bwoy sound
My sound (real deal sound)
My sound, jungle sound
My sound, jungle sound
My sound
My sound