Surround Sound ft. 21 Savage & Baby Tate Lyrics

Surround Sound ft. 21 Savage & Baby Tate - JID

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I know I can't afford to stop

For one moment

That it's too soon to for-

Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down

Get the strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds

Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town, down (uh, uh, wow)

Puttin' rap on my back and I'm black and, snatchin' crowns (uh, whoa)

I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack and pounds

I got a bag now but it's nothin' to brag 'bout

Gun blast in the background (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-dot-soot)

I'm a black man with the blood hounds

MAC-10 makin' love sounds to a bad chick, she from Uptown

I'm from down South, not a loud mouth

We could fuck around (whoa, shit, whoa)

Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa, shit, whoa)

Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably (whoa, whoa, whoa, shit, whoa)

I feel like I'ma bust now

I feel like a buss down (whoa, shit)

When I shine bright, blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)

In the cut big black truck (whoa, shit, whoa, shit)

Pack sacked up, you can pick it up now (whoa, shit, oh)

Nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy)

Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down

Get the strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds

Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town, down

Puttin' rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns

I know I can't afford to stop

For one moment

That it's too soon to for-

Me and my money attached emotionally

I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me

I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be

Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coachin' me

Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me

I'm on the road and I bet that yo' 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 givin' 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, nigga, make one move, get gunned down

Givin' out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, they just run now

No lock doors, I serve with a chop, bitch got spent, she was hangin' with a opp

We call him Mickey, he talk 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 investin' in stocks

I put a drum on a Heckler & Koch, don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots

Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down

Get the strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds

Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town, down

Puttin' rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns

I put the pussycat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge

Then I took it back, now he say that he shakin' and he shiverin'

Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute

They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella ch-

Oh, shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch

You motherfuckin' bitch (oh, shit)

Uh, shit

Sorry in advance for my bros, they'll whoop a nigga ass

What you whippin' up? (Whoa)

JID in the back, if you lookin' for the dope

Niggas got it in the bag 'cause we trappin' on the low

And I'm the shit with the flow, huh, give me a joke

Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no, I'm the best

Tell them bitches stop the mothafuckin' press

Press stop, fuck a top five list

Get 'em a vest, he get lopsided

Fuck the cops we was runnin' from Rottweilers

Most of my partnas 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

Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres

Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him

Keep drivin', you will not find him

I'ma, I'ma, I'ma anom-anomaly

I turned into a rapper ironically

I ran the bag up, back up, niggas is on to me (whoa, shit, whoa, shit)

Niggas should honor me, if you think I'm a wannabe (whoa, shit, whoa, shit)

It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool, so calmly (whoa, shit)

Bussin' moves, my truths carry velocity (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)

Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussyclot

Treat the rappin' like I'm pushin' rock (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)

On the stove with the Pyrex pot

The door stay locked, it don't say knock

We on they block, we own they block (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)

It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties

Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin'

The same lil' niggas, small pond but a pool shark (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)

I aim big stick, knock chalk off cue balls (whoa, shit)

Bang this shit (bang, bang, bang)

(Bang, bang, bang)