What’s That Sound

(Intro)
(Distorted, slowed down whisper) Yeah... 901... they know what it is...
DJ, turn that bass up, man.
It's that Memphis sht, mane.*
Yeah, check the city... check the block...
(Verse 1)
Pulled up in that Cutlass, sitting clean on them thangs (on them thangs)
Who in town? It’s that kingpin, I’m changing all lanes
From the South to the North, heard they looking for the stash
But I’m counting up this paper, man I’m throwing all this cash (ayyy)
Got the gold on my chest, shine like the moonlit night
I got ya girl, she wanna ride, I keep the heavy hitters tight
I ain't looking for no talk, I’m looking for the profit
If it’s beef, keep it quiet, you better just drop it (drop it)
Memphis Tennessee, where the 808s break the ground
I’m the king of the city, yeah, I’m known throughout the town
Got the Glock in the bag, but the bankroll in my pocket
I'm 'bout to take it to the top, like a rocket-rocket.
(Chorus)
(Repeat 2x)
What’s that sound? Man, the king in town
Got the cash, got the blow, hear that sick sound
Let 'em know, let 'em know, I’m the one to see
901 on my back, Memphis on my knee.
(Verse 2)
Got that dark, deep, Memphis sound, creepy on the track
Got the Devil's Playhouse, yeah, I’m taking it right back
To them 90s, when we was breaking up the studio
Now I’m in the mansion, watching all my money grow (grow)
Every rapper want a feature, but they can’t afford the price
I’m the best, I’m the highest, I don't listen to advice
Got the 36 in the trunk, banging out the speaker
If you looking for that heat, I’m the only one to keep ya (yeah)
I don’t slip, I don’t slide, I just keep it on the low
But when I walk into the room, everybody know I show (show)
I got the clout, I got the power, I got the 901
And if you want a piece, better bring a bigger gun.
(Chorus)
(Repeat 2x)
What’s that sound? Man, the king in town
Got the cash, got the blow, hear that sick sound
Let 'em know, let 'em know, I’m the one to see
901 on my back, Memphis on my knee.
(Outro)
(Vocals start slowing down, distorted)
Yeah... keep that 901...
901... 901...
Don't play with me, mane...
It's that Memphis, yeah...
(Music fades with heavy bass and cowbell)
(Ad-libs throughout)
What?
Yeah!
Hoe!
Man...
Check it...
901!
Yeah

Memphis [Intro] distorted siren pad [Drop] slammed 808s, drill kicks, rapid hats [Hook] chant stabs [Outro] crash mute