Surround Sound (feat. 21 Savage & Baby Tate)

●I know I can't afford to stop for one moment ●That it's too soon, too far- ◆Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down ◆Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds ◆Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down ◆Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns ◆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, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds ◆Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown ◆I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (◆whoa) ◆Hit the music, baby, cut it down (◆whoa) ◆Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably ◆I feel like I'ma bust now (◆whoa) ◆I feel like a bust down ◆when I shine bright Blind niggas is up now (◆whoa, shit) ◆In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up ◆You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (◆ayy) ◆Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down ◆Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds ◆Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down ◆Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns ●I know I can't afford to stop for one moment ●That it's too soon, too far- ◆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 with 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 ◆Draw 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, just run now ◆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 I put a drum on the ◆Heckler and Koch Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots ◆Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down ◆Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds ◆Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down ◆Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns ●Pu-pu-pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge ●Then I took it back, now he sayin' 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 chil- (◆Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch) (◆You motherfuckin' bitch Uh, shit) ◆Sorry in advance for my bros ◆They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (◆Whoa) ◆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 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 a normal anomaly, I turned into a rapper ironically ◆And ran the bag up, 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 OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clart Treat the rap 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', same lil' niggas ◆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!