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surround sound (mixed) - jid lyrics

[chorus: jid]
push the f*ckin’ pack off of the porch or break a pound down
get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
p*ssycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down (oh, oh, woah)
puttin’ rap on my back, and i’m black and sn*tchin’ crowns (uh, woah, sh*t)

[verse 1: jid & aretha franklin]
i done came back around
like a n*gga sellin’ crack in pounds
i got a bag now, but it’s nothing to brag ’bout
gun blast in the background (doo*doo*doo, doo*doo*doo*doo)
i’m a black man with the bloodhounds
mac*10 makin’ love sounds
to a bad chick, she from uptown
i’m from down south, not a loudmouth (can’t you see?)
we can f*ck around (woah, sh*t, woah)
hit the music, baby, cut it down (woah, sh*t, woah)
hit a doobie while you do me indubitably (woah)
i feel like i’ma bust now (woah, sh*t, woah)
i feel like a bust down (woah, sh*t, woah)
when i shine bright, blind n*ggas is up now (woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t)
in the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up (woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t)
you can pick it up now, n*gga, f*ck it, okay (woah, sh*t, ow, okay, ayy)

[chorus: jid & aretha franklin]
push the f*ckin’ pack off of the porch or break a pound down
get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
p*ssycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
putting rap on my back, and i’m black and sn*tchin’ crowns (can’t you s—)
[interlude: aretha franklin]
i know i can’t afford to stop for one moment
that it’s too soon to for—

[verse 2: 21 savage & aretha franklin]
me and my money attached emotionally
i get to clutchin’ if you get too close to me
i’m at the top whеre i’m ‘posed to be
jumpеd in the game, n*ggas 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 (can’t you see?)
hit from the back, she givin’ 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, n*gga, make one move, get gunned down
givin’ 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*tch got spent, she was hangin’ with a opp
we call him mickey, he talk to the cops
i was on pinedale, glass in the sock
back in the day, i invest in the block
fast forward, now i’m investin’ in stocks
i put a drum on the heckler & koch
don’t play ’cause i’m very invested in shots
[chorus: jid]
push the f*ckin’ pack off of the porch or break a pound down
get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
p*ssycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
putting rap on my back, and i’m black and sn*tchin’ crowns

- jid lyrics

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