Surround Sound (Mixed) JID (Ft. 21 Savage & Baby Tate)

[Chorus: JID]
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 (Oh, oh, woah)
Puttin' rap on my back, and I'm black and snatchin' crowns (Uh, woah, shit)

[Verse 1: JID & Aretha Franklin]
I done came back around
Like a nigga 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 fuck around (Woah, shit, woah)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (Woah, shit, woah)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably (Woah)
I feel like I'ma bust now (Woah, shit, woah)
I feel like a bust down (Woah, shit, woah)
When I shine bright, blind niggas is up now (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (Woah, shit, ow, okay, ayy)

[Chorus: JID & Aretha Franklin]
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
Putting rap on my back, and I'm black and snatchin' crowns (Can't you s—)