Loud

Hello Mr. Yates, this is Sarah from the complex clubhouse
I'm calling to tell you that we've been getting complaints
From your neighbors about loud music late at night
If you could you keep it low after 10 pm, it would be appreciated. Thanks!

Yeah, I bang my music loud!
I betcha you feel me coming down the block
The thunder in the trunk gon' knock
You know I play my music loud!
And yup I got the neighbors losing sleep
From the way I crank it up and let it beat
Yeah

Turn it up like, boom, boom, boom, boom
Let it beat like, bang, bang, bang, bang
Turn it up like, boom, boom, boom, boom
Let it beat like, bang, bang, bang, bang

Turn it up like, boom, boom, boom, boom
Let it beat like, bang, bang, bang, bang
Turn it up like, boom, boom, boom, boom
Let it bang, let it bang

Pulled up in a bucket, blowing on a blunt
Beat hittin' like brrrump bump bump
I crack concrete sound like a big bitch
In the back tryna get up out a little nigga trunk

Turn heads 'fore I even hit the block
Lil' kids running up when they hear the beat knock
Crank to the max whenever I pass cops
Heart skip a beat whenever the bass drop

My shit is quakin', got my rearview vibrating
Pulled up next to my grandmama at the red light got her wig shaking
Hennessy and purple is what I'm tasting
Finna do some baby making

Got a chocolate freak sitting next to me
Bitch look like Sanaa Lathan (Sexy)
Hey Sunday morning 'round eleven, rolled by interrupting the reverend
I'll probably lose my hearing by the time I'm twenty-seven

It's a shame, but I need that bang
To vibrate my frame
FBS my gang
Had to do a little switch up, can a player get Strange?

I tell my Beatrice to quit yappin', later on we gon' get nasty
And you can do whatever you like to me, we can do classy or get trashy
Matter fact we ain't even gotta go to the crib, girl we can do it in the back seat
For now sit back relax, and let this beat massage your ass cheeks

Yeah, I play my music loud!
I betcha you feel me coming down the block
The thunder in the trunk gon' knock
You know I play my music loud!
And yup I got the neighbors losing sleep
From the way I crank it up and let it beat
Yeah

Turn it up like, boom, boom, boom, boom
Let it beat like, bang, bang, bang, bang
Turn it up like, boom, boom, boom, boom
Let it beat like, bang, bang, bang, bang

Turn it up like, boom, boom, boom, boom
Let it beat like, bang, bang, bang, bang
Turn it up like, boom, boom, boom, boom
Let it bang, let it bang

It's who
Prada
Jesus that nigga that came with the heat that you needed
Hella waited on, hella hated on
Hungry little nigga 'bout to eat until the plate is gone
Got the flamer on, 'bout to step into the danger zone
Might as well go ahead and call the cops
'Cause 'em loud ass next door neighbors is home

Yeah
And we coming to tear the block up
Beat it loud, banging like blocka
Them bitches jock us, that why these niggas mock us
But they not us, and it's not just music with me and my partners
We done put time in this bitch, so how can you stop us?

Prada (what?) get 'em
Can I get up in a rhythm little money for the women
And the niggas in the city

That said I will never make it, but I'm here now
Got it made now, gettin' hoes now
Gettin' laid now, 'cause I'm 'bout to lay down, gettin' paid now
You motherfuckers shouldn't have nothing to say now
Got a middle finger for y'all, scratch that
Man, I ain't even thinkin' of y'all pass that
So pass the gat to the back where I'm sitting now
With the kitty cat I'ma laughin' again and now
Roll down the window and let the beat slap
Alan Wayne and Strange you can't beat that

That's what it's all about boy
Don't be hatin' on a nigga 'cause a nigga got a little bit of clout boy
Shit talk shit anyway
So turn my music up and
Shut your motherfuckin' mouth boy

Yeah, I play my music loud!
I betcha you feel me coming down the block
The thunder in the trunk gon' knock
You know I play my music loud!
And yup I got the neighbors losing sleep
From the way I crank it up and let it beat
Yeah

Turn it up like, boom, boom, boom, boom
Let it beat like, bang, bang, bang, bang
Turn it up like, boom, boom, boom, boom
Let it beat like, bang, bang, bang, bang

Turn it up like, boom, boom, boom, boom
Let it beat like, bang, bang, bang, bang
Turn it up like, boom, boom, boom, boom
Let it bang, let it bang

They don't want me to live at the end of my block
'Cause when I get to the crilla I don't stop
Partyin' with ladies I pull up in the Mercedes
You know that we gonna bang big sound!
We kickin' it loud at 3 o'clock in the spot
Pour the liquor around, we doin' shots 'til we drop
Every once in a while, we get a knock from the cops saying
Turn shit down

Yup
My neighbors prob'ly wish I resided in hell or prison
'Cause they always tell me and Mak to turn down our Television
And we got it hooked to our stereo
You would think the scenario's running the lights
When I got a mic when the bass kick hit very low

I can't help it, 'cause I like it loud, I hype the crowd
I'm partyin' despite the clouds
It might be foul, the neighbors wanna fight me now
In the night we growl, the women excite me wow

Show me the volume button, 'cause I'm bustin' this damn
I don't wanna nobody hearin' us when we bang
So I turn the music up and lust 'til we came
Now I know the neighbors knowin' my name

Can't help it, 'cause that's my style
More beat than the law allow
I'm 'bout to get me a crib in the country
Nobody to hunt me, tellin' me
Turn it down!
I'm gonna live it really black and proud
Up in the yard naked and well endowed
Until the cops run up on me and then I crack a smile

Yeah, I play my music loud!
I betcha you feel me coming down the block
The thunder in the trunk gon' knock
You know I play my music loud!
And yup I got the neighbors losing sleep
From the way I crank it up and let it beat
Yeah

Turn it up like, boom, boom, boom, boom
Let it beat like, bang, bang, bang, bang
Turn it up like, boom, boom, boom, boom
Let it beat like, bang, bang, bang, bang

Turn it up like, boom, boom, boom, boom
Let it beat like, bang, bang, bang, bang
Turn it up like, boom, boom, boom, boom
Let it bang, let it bang



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Writer(s): Andrew Wansel, Robert Ray Calloway Jr., Autoro Whitfield, Travis Tatum Mills, Brandon Maurice Fullard
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