Surround Sound (feat. 21 Savage & Baby Tate)

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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 black and 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 black and 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 black and 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!
 

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Duration
03:49
Key
5
Tempo
76 BPM

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