“Surround Sound” is the first collaboration between Atlanta artists JID, 21 Savage, and Baby Tate. It was first teased as a song between JID and DJ Scheme in a tweet on April 5, 2020.

On September 20, 2021… Read More [Part I]

[Intro: Aretha Franklin]

I know I can't afford to stop for one moment

That it's too soon to for—

[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 (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—)

[Interlude: Aretha Franklin]

I know I can't afford to stop for one moment

That it's too soon to for—

[Verse 2: 21 Savage & Aretha Franklin]

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 coaching me

Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me

I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me

When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole wit' me

Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me (Can't you see?)

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 wanna talk no more, they just run now (Can't you see?)

No locked 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 Pinedale, glass in the sock

Back in the day, I invest in the block

Fast forward, now I'm investin' in stocks

I put a drum on the Heckler & Koch

Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots

[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 see?)

[Outro: Baby Tate]

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 chi—

[Part II]

[Intro: JID]

Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch

Motherfuckin' bitch

Hehehaha (Uh, shit)

[Verse: JID]

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, huh

Give me a joke

Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no

I'm the best, tell 'em bitches stop the motherfuckin' press

Press stop, fuck a top-five list, get 'em a vest

He get lopsided

Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers

Most of my partners ain't have poppa, just a popped condom

Couple kids with Alzheimer's

.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'm a, I'm a, I'm an, I'm an anomaly

I turned into a rapper ironically

And ran the bag up, back up, niggas is onto me (Woah, shit, woah, shit)

Niggas should honor me, if you think I'm a wannabe (Woah, shit)

It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool (Woah, shit, woah, shit)

So calmly bustin' moves, my truths carry velocity (Woah, shit)

Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clot (Woah, shit, woah, shit)

Treat the rappin' like I'm pushin' rock (Woah, shit)

On the stove with the Pyrex pot, the door stay locked (Woah, shit, woah, shit)

It don't say knock, we on they block, we own they block (Woah shit)

It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties (Woah, shit, woah, shit)

Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin' (Woah, shit)

The same lil' niggas small pond, but a pool shark (Woah, shit)

I aim, big stick, knock, chalk off cue balls (Woah, shit)

Bang this shit (Woah, shit)

[Outro]

Bang, bang

Bang, bang

Bang, bang (Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha)