Just like music

Get in or get the fuck out

Uh huh, uh huh

I'm back innat mood once again

Take two, Imma put the tool on ya mans

Make room, Imma act a fool once again, all my cake blue and it take a few rubber bands

Imma clear the room once again

Big dawg, I could take the tool from your hands

Switch off, I know what to do when it jam

Drum onna chop sound just like music

And this bitch sound amazing

Body soul snatcher, universal language

Whole body rockin', 808 shakin'

In the attic, you could hear it from the basement

I'm producing for myself, don't give a fuck about your placement

Bring a dutch, Imma pick a dead & we can face em

Bring ya gun if **** want the smoke, I'm finna lace em

Try to run I'll just hop inna whip, ain' finna chase em

Turn on some music, I got my music

Turn on some music, I got my music

Turn on some music, I got my music

Turn on some music, I got my music

Ain' even gon pick up where I left at

Die and Imma go n dig up where you left at

Two the biggest, ain know need for you to check that

I ain' ever hidin', I be right there where the wreck at

Head tap, 'nother one confirmed, another neck tat

Wastin' time, he tried to plead his case before he left chat

Be cautious, if I was you then I would take a step back

The aim bot'll have the crosshairs where ya breath at

No cams, I scored the same way that Wilt did

Chain swing, pockets the same rain as Milton

Bills clean, both of my hands in the sink filthy

Roll the dead's and the smoke in the air's milky

Two drums, puttem together's a buck fifty

Two cut smile a cost you a buck fifty

A few heads sit on my wall cuz they bucked with me

It's two guns loaded, whoever wan fuck with me

Turn on some music, I got my music

Turn on some music, I got my music

Turn on some music, I got my music

Turn on some music, I got my music