Cook that sh*t up TNT
Khris James, what the f**k
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 motherf**ker, tell them Trinidad my kind
Sh*t 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 f**k, 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