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Artist:
J.i.d
Song:
Surround Sound
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[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] Push the f*cking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get the scrap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds p*ssycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back and I'm black and snatching crowns [Verse 1: JID] I done came back around like a nigga selling crack in pounds I got a bag now but it's nothing to brag 'bout Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the blood hounds Mac 10 making love sounds, to a bad chick, she from uptown, I'm from down south, not a loudmouth, we can f*ck around (Woah, shit, woah) Hit the music, baby, cut it down (Woah, shit, woah) Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably, I feel like I'ma bust now (Woah, woah, shit, woah) I feel like a bust down when I shine bright, blind niggas is up now (Woah, shit, woah, shit) In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up, you can pick it up now, nigga, f*ck it, okay (Ayy) [Chorus: JID] Push the f*cking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get the scrap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds p*ssycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back and I'm black and snatching crowns [Sample: Aretha Franklin] I know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, to for— [Verse 2: 21 Savage] Me and my money attached emotionally I get to clutching 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 Hit from the back, she giving 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 Drive down, hands in the air, nigga make one move, get gunned down Giving out smoke so long they don't even wanna talk no more, it just run out No locked doors, I serve with a chop Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops I was on panda, glass in the sock Back in the day, I invest in the block Fast forward, now I'm investing in stocks
