Surround Sound Lyrics – JID ft. 21 Savage & Baby Tate

[Part One]

[Intro: Aretha Franklin]
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, to for—

[Chorus: J.I.D]
Push the f**king pack off of the porch
Or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow
It make surround sounds
Pu**ycat on my lap
Push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back
And I'm black and snatching crowns

[Verse 1: J.I.D]
I done came back around like a n!gga
Selling crack in pounds
I got a bag now but it's nothing to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background
I'm a black man with the bloodhounds
MAC-10, making love sounds
To a bad chick, she from Uptown
I'm from down South, not a loudmouth
We can f**k around (Woah, sh!t, woah)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (Woah, sh!t, woah)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably
I feel like I'ma bust now (Woah, woah, sh!t, woah)
I feel like a bust down when I shine bright
Blind n!ggas is up now (Woah, sh!t, woah, sh!t)
In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up
You can pick it up now, n!gga, f**k it, okay (Ayy)

[Chorus: J.I.D]
Push the f**king pack off of the porch
Or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow
It make surround sounds
Pu**ycat on my lap, push it back
And go to town down
Putting rap on my back
And I'm black and snatching crowns

[Interlude: Aretha Franklin]
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, to for—

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutching if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
Jumped in the game, n!ggas act like they coaching me
Four hundred racks ain't sh!t but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me
When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole with me
Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me
Hit from the back
She giving me slurp and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side
It's always a man down
Draw down, hands in the air, n!gga
Make one move, get gunned down
Giving out smoke so long
They don't even wanna talk no more, they just run now
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
B!tch got spent, she was hanging with an opp
We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops
I was on Pinedale, glass in the sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block
Fast forward, now I'm investing in stocks
I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch
Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots

[Chorus: J.I.D]
Push the f**king pack off of the porch
Or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow
It make surround sounds
Pu**ycat on my lap, push it back
And go to town down
Putting rap on my back
And I'm black and snatching crowns

[Bridge: Baby Tate]
I put the pu**y cat in his face
'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge
Then I took it back, now he say that
He shaking and he shivering
Like the way it taste
And he ain't ate it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby
But I still got hella chil—

[Part Two]

[Intro: J.I.D]
Talk sh!t, run that motherf**king crown, you b!tch
You motherf**king b!tch
Uh, sh!t (Hehehaha)

[Verse 3: J.I.D]
Sorry in advance for my bros
They'll whoop a n!gga ass
What you whipping up? (Woah)
J.I.D in the back if you looking for the dope
N!ggas got it in the bag
'cause we trapping on the low
And I'm the sh!t with the flow, huh
Give me a joke, heard a n!gga say that
You the next? No, no, no
I'm the best
Tell them b!tches stop the motherf**king press
Press stop, f**k a top-five list
Get ‘em a vest, he get lopsided
F**k the cops, we was running from Rottweilers
Most of my partners ain't have poppa
Just a popped condom, couple kids with Alzheimer's
.40 on his side, boy, you Mike Alstott
He on the block violent
Robbing n!ggas in the hood and then swap genres
Green light, line a n!gga up, stop sign him
Keep driving, you will not find him
I'm a, I'm a, I'm an-I'm an anomaly
I turned into a rapper ironically
And ran the bag up, back up, n!ggas is onto me
N!ggas should honor me
If you think I'm a wannabe, it's pretty comedy
I'm melancholy and cool, so calmly busting moves
My truths carry velocity
Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pu**y clot
Treat the rapping like I'm pushing rock
On the stove with the Pyrex pot
The door stay locked, it don't say knock
We on they block, we own they block
It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties
Smooth talking and moonwalking
The same lil' n!ggas small pond, but a pool shark
I aim, big stick, knock, chalk off cue balls
Bang this sh!t

[Outro: J.I.D]
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!