Rich Snowman - Tha Sound Lyrics

He be f*ckin' with my shit, lil cracka I'm wildin'
Bitch, you came up lackin' so I'm still alive
On my mama, he be talkin' shit, that's the awkward shit
Get that pole on forehead, he finna get hit
And there's the sound, of a hundred rounds
Snow caught that little hoe, now you wanna know
Lay down with two dimes on his f*ckin' eyes, bro
The bullet land between his f*ckin' eyebrows
Hum sticks in the trunk
Lil boy dumb he finna get dumped
Hum hum smoke in my lungs
We never get drun so we beat the punk ass up
Hum totin' that lit gun he ain't none of me, feel like I'm playin' with my son
On my mama he might run
Unless he wanna face the cannon
Smell the gun powder, let cry his baby mama
He dead, but no one's cryin' for his loss
He dead, but no one's cryin' except his mama
Welcome in the mountains, no one's maintain
Rich Snowman and his whole gang, you won't feel okay
Playin' with who, playin' with me, say what
Reach my chain and you the next who gon' get shoot at
Stepped in a casket, head blown
Can't swerve the ballistic, on God
Be realistic
I'm ballin' with his ass, straight in the basket
I got that jewelry on my neck, ooh
And the money dance in my pocket
Playin' with my sack, shawty came for the sex
God bless the bitch, cause she just here for a head
They only like me for my song, she know me through'em
Now she got her eyes on me, she think I'm cool
She know I'm really lit, but I'm not really rich
Bless the boy cause this bitch told me she ain't really with him