J.I.D - 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