10kdunkin - Luh Da Sound (CashCache)

Uh Uh Uh Uh Ten on my face but these jeans numba (N)ine
Three chains on my neck and all dem bitches shinin
Glock under da seat it leave a nigga flyin
I remember way back then I aint have it
Now I just count it up cause I'm havin
Im the young nigga with racks in the rubberband
I ball with them bands throw racks with the underhand
My niggas kick doors prolly make Jackie Chan proud
My hearin fucked up cause I been smokin on loud
Young Joc nigga it could go down
I got dat fye on me right now
We hoppin out big bodies outta town
Money counter go beep man I love the sound
Man I love the sound
Im in the coupe smokin gas with the windows down
I cant trust a hoe cause I know that they get around
Set up a fuck nigga told him get down
Now Im in the foreign with dem bands on me
Gotta foreign ass bih wit her hands on me
Know a scammin ass hoe dat three ID's
I aint tryna talk I aint tryna speak
Dont this nigga know dis choppa on me
Its in my pocket so im saggin my jeans
Finesse a nigga now chanel on my feet
Im in a two seater flexin wit two hoes
These niggas softer then a picked out afro
Got water on my neck I cant do a backstroke
I fucked a rich hoe but I left that hoe back broke
Uh Uh Uh Uh Ten on my face but these jeans numba (N)ine
Three chains on my neck and all dem bitches shinin
Glock under da seat it leave a nigga flyin
I remember way back then I aint have it
Now I just count it up cause I'm havin
Im the young nigga with racks in the rubberband
I ball with them bands throw racks with the underhand
My niggas kick doors prolly make Jackie Chan proud
My hearin fucked up cause I been smokin on loud
Young Joc nigga it could go down
I got dat fye on me right now
We hoppin out big bodies outta town
Money counter go beep man I love the sound

Written by:
Devon Derry

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