Sound of Da Slums
We got big guns, Nigga I'm the sound of the slums
Rachi locked in, we gon' throw bands when we done
Man don't play with the kid, touch my chain leave you dead
You got shooters, I got shooters, but they shoot shit just for fun
Boy this choppa go retarded since you niggas actin' dumb
Too emotional
Yeah I got my glock, I'm unapproachable
Bitch I'll really die for my respect, it's something personal
Hardbodied yuh
I fear nobody
We with some bad snow bunnies
She like coke and molly
Zaybandz from the east
I started in the streets
And my money looking good
You know I'm gon' eat
Play with my bread, he dead
I put that boy to sleep
Someone tell this bitch
If he play with me then he ain't waking up
After I slap the 50 in then I slap her on her butt
When I get to spitting facts this bitch get to stuttering
Choppa it be thundering
Chris Paul with the ball
Told my shoota, drop it in
Bitch I got these got racks like it's tennis
How you get this money, I ain't signed Imma menace
Put some gold in mouth, I just left the dentist
Had to put ice on this drip, like my double dup
Stain who, bitch I'm wit AR, we let that choppa bust
Bitch who's stoppin' us
We got glocks up in this bitch, we ridin' like a army truck
Now that I'm up they say zay you ain't really hood
Nigga I gotta bad bitch she shaped just like Megan Good
We be by the palm trees I stuff exotic in a wood
Really I got these niggas shook
Yeah yeah yeah
Doing what you wish you could
Yeah yeah yeah
Really I got these niggas shook
Doing what you wish you could
When I speak, it's mil talk
You know it's dirty, real wok
If that nigga snitchin', he gon' go missin' cause it's fuck the cops
When you got that bag they try to take it, RIP to Wop
RIP to Z
They want smoke, put him in a leaf
Og said to watch my tongue cause I got court, it's in a week
I got songs for the slums
But I can't even release
So I send it to my youngin' tell em this shit for the streets
Reminds of this bad I fucked right at double tree
I got 2 heaters under this beater, he ain't hot as me
Oh you talking crazy
Come on pull up on me
Imma gangsta till the end, I'll let it go just like I'm tony
When I talk it hold weight, all these niggas lookin' boney
These niggas they spin bin, we like run downs
You only taking flicks wit yo stick, put that gun down
If I see a opp in this bitch you'll hear one sound
Thra thra thra
Sound of Da Slums
Yuh Yuh
Rachi locked in, we gon' throw bands when we done
Man don't play with the kid, touch my chain leave you dead
You got shooters, I got shooters, but they shoot shit just for fun
Boy this choppa go retarded since you niggas actin' dumb
Too emotional
Yeah I got my glock, I'm unapproachable
Bitch I'll really die for my respect, it's something personal
Hardbodied yuh
I fear nobody
We with some bad snow bunnies
She like coke and molly
Zaybandz from the east
I started in the streets
And my money looking good
You know I'm gon' eat
Play with my bread, he dead
I put that boy to sleep
Someone tell this bitch
If he play with me then he ain't waking up
After I slap the 50 in then I slap her on her butt
When I get to spitting facts this bitch get to stuttering
Choppa it be thundering
Chris Paul with the ball
Told my shoota, drop it in
Bitch I got these got racks like it's tennis
How you get this money, I ain't signed Imma menace
Put some gold in mouth, I just left the dentist
Had to put ice on this drip, like my double dup
Stain who, bitch I'm wit AR, we let that choppa bust
Bitch who's stoppin' us
We got glocks up in this bitch, we ridin' like a army truck
Now that I'm up they say zay you ain't really hood
Nigga I gotta bad bitch she shaped just like Megan Good
We be by the palm trees I stuff exotic in a wood
Really I got these niggas shook
Yeah yeah yeah
Doing what you wish you could
Yeah yeah yeah
Really I got these niggas shook
Doing what you wish you could
When I speak, it's mil talk
You know it's dirty, real wok
If that nigga snitchin', he gon' go missin' cause it's fuck the cops
When you got that bag they try to take it, RIP to Wop
RIP to Z
They want smoke, put him in a leaf
Og said to watch my tongue cause I got court, it's in a week
I got songs for the slums
But I can't even release
So I send it to my youngin' tell em this shit for the streets
Reminds of this bad I fucked right at double tree
I got 2 heaters under this beater, he ain't hot as me
Oh you talking crazy
Come on pull up on me
Imma gangsta till the end, I'll let it go just like I'm tony
When I talk it hold weight, all these niggas lookin' boney
These niggas they spin bin, we like run downs
You only taking flicks wit yo stick, put that gun down
If I see a opp in this bitch you'll hear one sound
Thra thra thra
Sound of Da Slums
Yuh Yuh
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Writer(s): Isaiah Horne
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