‘Surround Sound’ Lyrics By JID Ft 21 Savage| Official Lyrics

‘Surround Sound’ Lyrics By JID Ft 21 Savage| Official Lyrics


JID, Child Tate And 21 Savage Lyrics

Learn the official Lyrics to ‘Encompass Sound’ by JID that includes Child Tate and 21 Savage. ‘Encompass Sound‘ is successful music not too long ago dropped by JID, for the aim of JID followers and our esteemed readers, we convey to you essentially the most correct lyrics to ‘Encompass Sound‘, test it out beneath.

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JID, 21 Savage & Child Tate – Encompass Sound Lyrics

[Part I]
Intro: Aretha Franklin
I do know I am unable to afford to cease for one second
That it is too quickly, to for

Refrain: JID
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it occur to blow, it make encompass sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it again and go to city down
Placing rap on my again and I am blacking, snatching crowns

Verse 1: JID
I achieved got here again round like a nigga promoting crack in kilos
I received a bag now nevertheless it’s nothing to brag ’bout
Gun blast within the background
I am a black man with the bloodhounds
MAC-10, making love sounds
To a nasty chick, she from Uptown
I am from down South, not a loudmouth
We are able to fuck round (Woah, shit, woah)
Hit the music, child, lower it down (Woah, shit, woah)
Hit a doobie when you do me indubitably
I really feel like I’ma bust now (Woah, woah, shit, woah)
I really feel like a bust down once I shine shiny
Blind niggas is up now (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
Within the lower, huge black truck, pack sacked up
You’ll be able to decide it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (Ayy)

Refrain: JID
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it occur to blow, it make encompass sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it again and go to city down
Placing rap on my again and I am blacking, snatching crowns

Interlude: Aretha Franklin
I do know I am unable to afford to cease for one second
That it is too quickly, to for

Verse 2: 21 Savage
Me and my cash hooked up emotionally
I get to clutching if you happen to get too near me
I am on the prime the place I am ‘posed to be
Jumped within the recreation, niggas act like they teaching me
4 hundred racks ain’t shit however a present to me
I am on the highway and I wager that your ho with me
Once I’m in site visitors, it is all the time a pole wit’ me
Pillsbury man, I hold dough with me
Hit from the again
She giving me slurp and I ain’t even pull my pants down
Bounce within the field and slide to the opposite facet, it is all the time a person down
Draw down, arms within the air, nigga
Make one transfer, get gunned down
Giving out smoke so lengthy
They do not even wanna discuss no extra, simply run now
No locked doorways, I serve with a chop
Bitch received spent, she was hanging with an opp
We name him Mickey, he talks to the cops
I used to be on panda, glass within the sock
Again within the day, I put money into the block
Quick ahead, now I am investing in shares
I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch
Do not play ‘trigger I am very invested in photographs

Refrain: JID
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it occur to blow, it make encompass sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it again and go to city down
Placing rap on my again and I am blacking, snatching crowns

Bridge: Child Tate
Pu-Pu-Pussy cat in his face ‘trigger he keep off Cheshire Bridge
Then I took it again, now he saying that he shaking and he shivering
Like the best way it style and he ain’t ate it in a minute
They name me Yung Child, however I nonetheless received hella chil

[Part II]
Intro: JID
Speak shit, run that motherfucking crown, you bitch
You motherfucking bitch
Uh, shit (Hehehaha)

Verse 3: JID
Sorry upfront for my bros
They will whoop a nigga ass, what you whipping up? (Woah)
JID within the bag, if you happen to searching for that dope
Niggas received it within the bag, ‘trigger we trapping on the low
And I am the shit with the circulate, huh
Give me a joke, heard a nigga say that you simply the following? No, no, no
I am one of the best, inform them bitches cease the motherfuckin’ press
Press cease, fuck a top-five listing
Get ‘em a vest, he get lopsided
Fuck the cops, we was working from Rottweilers
Most of my companions ain’t have poppa, only a popped condom
Couple youngsters with Alzheimer’s, forty on his facet
Boy you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent
Robbing niggas within the hood after which swap genres
Inexperienced mild, line a nigga up, cease signal him
Preserve driving, you’ll not discover him
I am a, I am a, I am a standard anomaly, I became a rapper paradoxically
And ran the bag up, again up, niggas is onto me
Niggas ought to honor me
For those who assume that I am a wannabe, it is fairly comedy
I am melancholy and funky, so calmly bustin’ strikes
My truths carry velocity
Similar posse since OshPosh B’gosh, pussy clart
Deal with the rap like I am pushing rock
On the range with the Pyrex pot
The door keep locked, it do not say knock
We on they block, we personal they block
It is Monopoly video games, we stole they properties
Easy speaking and moonwalking
Similar lil’ niggas small pond, however a pool shark
I intention, huge stick, knock, chalk off cue balls
Bang this shit

Outro
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!

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