Baby Tate - Surround Sound lyrics

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Baby Tate - Surround Sound lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: Aretha Franklin] I know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, to for— [Chorus: JID] Push the fu*king pack off of 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 [Verse 1: JID] I done came back around like a ni**a selling 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 blood hounds Mac 10 making love sounds, to a bad chick, she from uptown, I'm from down south, not a loudmouth, we can fu*k around (Woah, sh*t, woah) Hit the music, baby, cut it down (Woah, sh*t, woah) Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably, I feel like I'ma bust now (Woah, woah, sh*t, woah) I feel like a bust down when I shine bright, blind ni**as is up now (Woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t) In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up, you can pick it up now, ni**a, fu*k it, okay (Ayy) [Chorus: JID] Push the fu*king pack off of 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 [Sample: Aretha Franklin] I know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, to for— [Verse 2: 21 Savage] 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, ni**as act like they coaching me Four hundred racks ain't sh*t 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 wit' 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 Drive down, hands in the air, ni**a 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 b*tch 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 [Chorus: JID] Push the fu*king pack off of 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 [Bridge: Baby Tate] Pu-Pu-Pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off 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 Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil— [Part II] [Intro: JID] Talk sh*t, run that motherfu*kin' crown, you b*tch You motherfu*kin' b*tch Uh, sh*t (Hehehaha) [Verse 3: JID] Sorry in advance for my bros They'll whip a ni**a ass, what you whippin' up? (Woah) JID in the bag, if you lookin' for that dope ni**as got it in the bag 'cause we trappin' on the low And I'm the sh*t with the flow Give me a joke, heard the ni**a say you the next? No, no, no I'm the best, tell them b*tches stop the motherfu*kin' press Press stop, fu*k a top five list Get in they vest, he get lopsided fu*k 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 Robbin' ni**as in the hood and then swap genres Green light, line a ni**a 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, ni**as is onto me ni**as 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 stole they properties Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin' Insane lil' ni**a small pump with a pool shaw Got aim, big stick, knock chalk off cue balls, bang this sh*t [Outro] Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Hahahaha