- Surround Sound (Lyrics) ft. 21 Savage & Baby Tate

- Surround Sound (Lyrics) ft. 21 Savage & Baby Tate Stream/Download: Follow our Spotify Playlist: Follow Loku: Wallpaper: For business enquiries or anything else please reach out: yoyoloku@ Lyrics [Intro: Aretha Franklin] I know I can’t afford to stop for one moment That it’s too soon to for— (See) [Chorus: JID & Aretha Franklin] Push the f***ing 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 I’m black and snatchin’ crowns (Can’t you see?) [Verse 1: JID & Aretha Franklin] I done came back around like a n**** sellin’ crack in pounds I got a bag now but it’s nothing to brag ’bout (See) Gun blast in the background (See) I’m a black man with the bloodhounds MAC-10, making love sounds (See) To a bad chick, she from Uptown I’m from down South, not a loudmouth (Can’t you see?) We can f*** around (Woah, s***, woah) Hit the music, baby, cut it down (Woah, s***, woah) Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably (See) I feel like I’ma bust now (Woah, woah, s***, woah) I feel like a bust down (See) when I shine bright Blind n***** is up now (Woah, s***, woah, s***) In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up You can pick it up now, n****, f*** it, okay (Ayy) (Can’t you see?) [Chorus: JID & Aretha Franklin] Push the f***ing 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 I’m black and snatchin’ crowns (Can’t you see?) [Interlude: Aretha Franklin] I know I can’t afford to stop for one moment That it’s too soon to for— (See) [Verse 2: 21 Savage & Aretha Franklin] Me and my money attached emotionally I get to clutchin’ if you get too close to me (See) I’m at the top where I’m ’posed to be Jumped in the game, n***** act like they coaching me (See) Four hundred racks ain’t s*** but a show to me I’m on the road and I bet that your ho with me (See) When I’m in traffic, it’s always a pole wit’ me Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me (Can’t you see?) Hit from the back She giving me slurp and I ain’t even pull my pants down (See) Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it’s always a man down (See) Draw down, hands in the air, n**** Make one move, get gunned down (See) Giving out smoke so long They don’t even wanna talk no more, they just run now (Can’t you see?) No locked doors, I serve with a chop B**** got spent, she was hanging with an opp (See) We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops I was on Pinedale, glass in the sock (See) Back in the day, I invest in the block Fast forward, now I’m investing in stocks (See) I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch Don’t play ’cause I’m very invested in shots (See) [Outro: Baby Tate & Aretha Franklin] I put the p**** cat in his face ’cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge (See) Then I took it back, now he say that he shakin’ and he shiverin’ (See) 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— [Part II] [Intro: JID] Talk s***, run that motherf***in’ crown, you b**** You motherf***in’ b**** Uh, s*** (Hehehaha) [Verse: JID] Sorry in advance for my bros They’ll whoop a n**** a**, what you whippin’ up? (Woah) JID in the back if you lookin’ for the dope N***** got it in the bag, ’cause we trappin’ on the low And I’m the s*** with the flow, huh Give me a joke, heard a n**** say that you the next? No, no, no I’m the best, tell them b****es stop the motherf***in’ press Press stop, f*** a top-five list Get ‘em a vest, he get lopsided F*** 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’ n***** in the hood and then swap genres Green light, line a n**** up, stop sign him Keep drivin’, you will not find him I’m a, I’m a, I’m an-I’m an anomaly, I turned into a rapper ironically And ran the bag up, back up, n***** is onto me N***** should honor me If you think 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, p**** clot Treat the rappin’ 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 b