Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Surround Sound , by - J.I.D. Release date: 13.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Surround Sound |
| I know I can't afford to stop for one moment |
| That it's too soon too for me |
| Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down |
| Get this strap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds |
| Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down |
| Puttin' rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns |
| I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack and pounds |
| I got a bag now but it's nothin' to brag 'bout |
| Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the blood hounds |
| MAC-10 makin' love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown |
| I'm from down south, not a loud mouth |
| We could fuck around, hit the music, baby, cut it down |
| Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably, I feel like I'ma buss now |
| I feel like a buss down, when I shine bright, blind niggas is up now |
| In the cut big black truck, pack sacked up, you can pick it up now |
| Nigga, fuck it, okay |
| Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down |
| Get this strap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds |
| Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down |
| Puttin' rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns |
| I know I can't afford to stop for one moment |
| That it's too soon too for me |
| 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 coachin' me |
| 400 racks ain't shit but a show to me |
| I'm on the road and I bet that yo hoe with me |
| When I'm in traffic it's always a pole with me |
| Pillsberry, man, I keep dough with me |
| 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, nigga, make one move get gunned down |
| Givin' out smoke so long, they don't even talk no more, just run now |
| No lock doors, I serve with a chop, bitch got spent, she was hangin' with a opp |
| We call him Mickey, he talk to the cops, I was on Pandear crack in a sock |
| Back in the day I invest in the block, fast forward now I'm investin' in stocks |
| I put a drum on a Heckler & Koch, don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots |
| Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down |
| Get this strap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds |
| Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down |
| Puttin' rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns |
| I put the pussycat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge |
| Then I took it back, now he say 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 children |
| Shit |
| Sorry in advance for my bros, they'll whoop a nigga ass |
| What you whippin up? |
| (Woah) |
| JID in the back, if you lookin' for the dope |
| Niggas got it in the bag 'cause we trappin' on the low |
| And I'm the shit with the flow, give me a joke |
| Heard a nigga say that you the next? |
| No, no, no I'm the best |
| Tell them bitches stop the mothafuckin' press |
| Press stop, fuck a top 5 list |
| Get 'em a vest, he get lopsided |
| Fuck the cops we was runnin' from Rottweilers |
| Most of my patnas ain't have poppa just a popped condom |
| Couple kids with Alzheimers, .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'mma, I'mma, I'mma anomaly |
| I turned into a rapper ironically |
| I ran the bag up, back up, niggas is on to me |
| Niggas should honor me, if you think I'm a wannabe it's pretty comedy |
| I'm melancholy and cool, so camly bussin' moves, my truths carry velocity |
| Same posse since OshKosh B'gosh, pussyclot |
| 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 block |
| It's monopoly games, we stole they properties |
| Smooth talkin' and moon walkin' |
| The 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 |