- Surround Sound (Lyrics) ft. 21 Savage & Baby Tate

- Surround Sound (Lyrics) ft. 21 Savage & Baby Tate Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Stream: ➡️ Join Our Discord: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ : Subscribe now 🔔 ✗ 📲 Connect with me: ✗ Submit & Contact 🔻 📧: aron@ #JID #SurroundSound #rap #city 🎵 Lyrics: I know I can’t afford to stop for one moment That it’s too soon to for— (See) [Chorus: JID & Aretha Franklin] Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back and I’m black and snatchin’ crowns 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 (See) Gun blast in the background (See) I’m a black man with the bloodhounds MAC-10, making love sounds (See) To a bad chick, she from Uptown I’m from down South, not a loudmouth (Can’t you see?) We can fuck around (Woah, shit, woah) Hit the music, baby, cut it down (Woah, shit, woah) Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably (See) I feel like I’ma bust now (Woah, woah, shit, woah) I feel like a bust down (See) when I shine bright Blind n*ggas is up now (Woah, shit, woah, shit) In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up You can pick it up now, n*gga, fuck it, okay (Ayy) [Chorus: JID & Aretha Franklin] Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down (See) Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds (See) Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down (See) Putting rap on my back and I’m black and snatchin’ crowns [Verse 2: 21 Savage & Aretha Franklin] Me and my money attached emotionally I get to clutchin’ if you get too close to me (See) I’m at the top where I’m ’posed to be Jumped in the game, n*ggas act like they coaching me (See) Four hundred racks ain’t shit but a show to me I’m on the road and I bet that your ho with me (See) 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 giving me slurp and I ain’t even pull my pants down (See) Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it’s always a man down (See) Draw down, hands in the air, n*gga Make one move, get gunned down (See) Giving 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 Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp (See) We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops I was on Pinedale, glass in the sock (See) Back in the day, I invest in the block Fast forward, now I’m investing in stocks (See) I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch Don’t play ’cause I’m very invested in shots (See) [Chorus: JID & Aretha Franklin] Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down (See) Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds (See) Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down (See) Putting rap on my back and I’m black and snatchin’ crowns Talk shit, run that motherfuckin’ crown, you bitch You motherfuckin’ bitch Uh, shit (Hehehaha) 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 shit 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 bitches stop the motherfuckin’ 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 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 N*ggas should honor me If you think I’m a wannabe, it’s pretty comedy I’m melancholy and cool, so calmly bustin’ moves My truths carry velocity Same posse since OshPosh B’gosh, pussy clot Treat the rappin’ like I’m pushin’ 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 talkin’ and moonwalkin’ The same lil’ n*ggas small pond, but a pool shark I aim, big stick, knock, chalk off cue balls Bang this shit Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha