[Intro]
Ayy, ha
I'm finna fuck up my mixing, y'all already know what the fuck going on
Fuck n***a

[Chorus]
How do it sound? (Ayy, yuh)
It sounds like shit
Now how do it sound? (Ooh, ooh)
This shit is a hit
I’m the first n***a to self mix with different presets, but am I really the first?
N***as is mad on the ‘Gram, cause I heard these n***as sounds and they shit do be worse

[Verse]
Self made n***a, I don’t need a team
I’m the only n***a and that’s me
Hop in the booth, I don’t do shit for free
Don’t need a show to prove them I’m heat
I do this myself, I got cash to blow
Ricks on my feet and I need me some more
Switchin’ these n***as up since I made it
They gon’ see me rise to the top, I don’t give a fuck if they hate it
Next in the list, these n***as should face it
Young rich n***a, I’m fly like the airlines, back to the hood, I’m on my gang shit
Mama told me that I’d end up in prison, but I told that bitch I’m living the lifestyle
I ain’t doing this shit for long, ‘cause I’m here for the bag, then I’m out for a while
Finna go out of the states, ‘cause these n***as is lame
I just bust a jugg, I gave him a stain
I’m going up from here, fuck what these n***as say, ‘cause it’s fuck the world and I’m proud of it
[Chorus]
How do it sound? (Ayy, yuh)
It sounds like shit
Now how do it sound? (Ooh, ooh)
This shit is a hit
I’m the first n***a to self mix with different presets, but am I really the first?
N***as is mad on the ‘Gram, cause I heard these n***as sounds and they shit do be worse