JID, 21 Savage, Baby Tate - Surround Sound

I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, too far-
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
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, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds
Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown
I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (whoa)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably
I feel like I'ma bust now (whoa)
I feel like a bust down when I shine bright
Blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit)