Surround Sound

[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 fuckin' 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 (Oh, oh, woah)
Puttin' rap on my back, and I'm black and snatchin' crowns (Uh, woah, shit)

[Verse 1: JID & Aretha Franklin]
I done came back around
Like a nigga 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 fuck around (Woah, shit, woah)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (Woah, shit, woah)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably (Woah)
I feel like I'ma bust now (Woah, shit, woah)
I feel like a bust down (Woah, shit, woah)
When I shine bright, blind niggas is up now (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (Woah, shit, ow, okay, ayy)

[Chorus: JID & Aretha Franklin]
Push the fuckin' 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 (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, niggas act like they coaching me
Four hundred racks ain't shit 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, nigga, 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
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 the Heckler & Koch
Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots

[Chorus: JID & Aretha Franklin]
Push the fuckin' 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 (Can't you see?)

[Outro: Baby Tate]
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 chi—

[Part II]

[Intro: JID]
Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch
Motherfuckin' bitch
Hehehaha (Uh, shit)

[Verse: JID]
Sorry in advance for my bros
They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Woah)
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 'em 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' 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'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, niggas is onto me (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
Niggas should honor me, if you think I'm a wannabe (Woah, shit)
It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
So calmly bustin' moves, my truths carry velocity (Woah, shit)
Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clot (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
Treat the rappin' like I'm pushin' rock (Woah, shit)
On the stove with the Pyrex pot, the door stay locked (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
It don't say knock, we on they block, we own they block (Woah shit)
It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin' (Woah, shit)
The same lil' niggas small pond, but a pool shark (Woah, shit)
I aim, big stick, knock, chalk off cue balls (Woah, shit)
Bang this shit (Woah, shit)

[Outro]
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang (Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha)