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Surround Sound (feat. Baby Tate & 21 Savage)

Surround Sound (feat. Baby Tate & 21 Savage) lyrics by J.I.D. I know I can't afford to stop for one moment 'Cause I'm just out of reach of your fingertips...

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Surround Sound (feat. Baby Tate & 21 Savage)

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I know I can't afford to stop for one moment

'Cause I'm just out of reach of your fingertips

That it's too soon, too far

Push the fucking pack off on the porch or break a pound down

Get the scrap 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 snatching crowns

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 blasting 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 fuck around

Hit the music, baby, cut it down

Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably, I feel like I'ma bust now

I feel like a bust down when I shine bright, blind niggas is up now

In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up, you can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay

Push the fucking pack off on the porch or break a pound down

Get the scrap 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 snatching crowns

I know I can't afford to stop for one moment

'Cause I'm just out of reach of your fingertips

That it's too soon, too far

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 hoe with me

When I'm in traffic it's always a pole wit me

Pillsbury man, I keep dough on 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 talk 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

I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch

Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots

Push the fucking pack off on the porch or break a pound down

Get the scrap 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 snatching crowns

Pu-pu-pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay of Cheshire Bridge

And I took it bad, now he sayin' he shakin' and he shiverin'

Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute

They call me Young Baby but I still got hella-

Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch

You motherfuckin' bitch

Uh, shit

Sorry in advance for my bros

They'll whip a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Woah)

JID in the bag, if you lookin' for that dope

Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low

And I'm the shit with he flow

Give me a joke, heard the nigga say 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 in they vest, he get lopsided

Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers

Must of my partners ain't have papas, just a pop condom

Couple kids with Alzheimers, forty on his side

Boy you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent

Rob 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 anomaly, I turned into rap ironically

And ran the backup back up, niggas is onto me

Niggas should honor me

If you think that I'm a wannabe it's pretty comedy

I'm melancholy and cool, so calmly bustin' moves

My truths carry velocity

Same posse since OshKosh B'gosh pussy clart

Treat the rap like I'm pushin' rock

On the stove with the Pyrex pot

The dope stay locked, it don't say knock

We on they block, we on they block

It's monopoly games we steal they properties

Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin'

Insane lil' nigga small pump with a pool shaw

Got aim, big stick, knock chalk off cue balls, bang this shit

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

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