Surround Sound lyrics

[Part I]

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

[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 (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 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 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 & 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 see?)

[Outro: Baby Tate]
I put the pus*ycat 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 chi—

[Part II]

[Intro: JID]
Talk sh*t, run that motherf*ckin' crown, you b*tch
Motherf*ckin' b*tch
Hehehaha (Uh, sh*t)

[Verse: JID]
Sorry in advance for my bros
They'll whoop a n*gga ass, what you whippin' up? (Woah)
JID in the back if you lookin' for the dope
n*ggas got it in the bag 'cause we trappin' 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 'em b*tches stop the motherf*ckin' press
Press stop, f*ck a top-five list, get 'em a vest
He get lopsided
f*ck the cops, we was runnin' 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
Robbin' n*ggas in the hood and then swap genres
Green light, line a n*gga up, stop sign him
Keep drivin', 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 (Woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t)
n*ggas should honor me, if you think I'm a wannabe (Woah, sh*t)
It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool (Woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t)
So calmly bustin' moves, my truths carry velocity (Woah, sh*t)
Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pus*y clot (Woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t)
Treat the rappin' like I'm pushin' rock (Woah, sh*t)
On the stove with the Pyrex pot, the door stay locked (Woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t)
It don't say knock, we on they block, we own they block (Woah sh*t)
It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties (Woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t)
Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin' (Woah, sh*t)
The same lil' n*ggas small pond, but a pool shark (Woah, sh*t)
I aim, big stick, knock, chalk off cue balls (Woah, sh*t)
Bang this sh*t (Woah, sh*t)
[Outro]
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang (Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha)