Surround Sound JID, 21 Savage, Baby Tate

I know I cant afford to stop for one moment

That its too soon to for— (See)



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 Im black and snatchin crowns (Cant you see?)



I done came back around like a nigga sellin crack in pounds

I got a bag now but its nothing to brag bout (See)

Gun blast in the background (See)

Im a black man with the bloodhounds

MAC-10, making love sounds (See)

To a bad chick, she from Uptown

Im from down South, not a loudmouth (Cant you see?)

We can fuck around (Woah, shit, woah)

Hit the music, baby, cut it down (Woah, shit, woah)