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

I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon to for (See)
Push the fucking 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?)
I done came back around like a nigga 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 fuck around (Woah, shit, woah)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (Woah, shit, woah)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably (See)
I feel like I'ma bust now (Woah, woah, shit, woah)
I feel like a bust down (See) when I shine bright
Blind niggas is up now (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up
You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (Ayy) (Can't you see?)