Surround Sound (Mixed) lyrics

[Chorus: JID]
Push the f*ckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
pus*ycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down (Oh, oh, woah)
Puttin' rap on my back, and I'm black and snatchin' crowns (Uh, woah, sh*t)

[Verse 1: JID & Aretha Franklin]
I done came back around
Like a n*gga sellin' crack in pounds
I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background (Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo)
I'm a black man with the bloodhounds
MAC-10 makin' love sounds
To a bad chick, she from Uptown
I'm from down South, not a loudmouth (Can't you see?)
We can f*ck around (Woah, sh*t, woah)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (Woah, sh*t, woah)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably (Woah)
I feel like I'ma bust now (Woah, sh*t, woah)
I feel like a bust down (Woah, sh*t, woah)
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 (Woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t)
You can pick it up now, n*gga, f*ck it, okay (Woah, sh*t, ow, okay, ayy)

[Chorus: JID & Aretha Franklin]
Push the f*ckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
pus*ycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm black and snatchin' crowns (Can't you s—)
[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 & Aretha Franklin]
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me
I'm at the top whеre I'm 'posed to be
Jumpеd 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 wit' me
Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me (Can't you see?)
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, n*gga, make one move, get gunned down
Givin' out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, they just run now (Can't you see?)
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
b*tch 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 the Heckler & Koch
Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
[Chorus: JID]
Push the f*ckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
pus*ycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm black and snatchin' crowns