Surround Sound Chords by JID

[Start]

[Intro]
Fm7 Gm C    Fm                       
I   ■  know ■  I can't afford to stop


[Verse]
              
For one moment
                         
That it's too soon to for
                                                            
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
                                                          
Get the 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 black and 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
                                                              
Macminus ten 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 bust 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
                                                            
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
                                                          
Get the 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 know I can't afford to stop


[Chorus]
    Ab Gm  C      Fm
For ■  one moment ■ 


[Verse]
          Fm             
That it's too soon to for
                Fm                  
Me and my money attached emotionally
Fm                                           
I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me
Fm                                   
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
Fm                                                 
Jumped in the game niggas act like they coachin' me
Fm                                            
Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me
Fm                                           
I'm on the road and I bet that yo' ho with me
Fm                                            
When I'm in traffic it's always a pole with me
Fm                                
Pillsbury man I keep dough with me
                                                                     Fm  
Hit from the back she givin' me slurp and I ain't even pull my pants down
            Fm                                                    
Jump in the box and slide to the other side it's always a man down
                       Fm                                     
Draw down hands in the air nigga make one move get gunned down
           Fm                                                                
Givin' out smoke so long they don't even wanna talk no more they just run now
Fm                                                                          
No lock doors I serve with a chop bitch got spent she was hangin' with a opp
Fm                                                                        
We call him Mickey he talk to the cops I was on Pinedale glass in the sock
Fm                                                                            
Back in the day I invest in the block fast forward now I'm investin' in stocks
Fm                                                                           
I put a drum on a Heckler & Koch don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
Fm                                                          
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Fm                                                        
Get the strap if it happen to blow it make surround sounds
Fm                                                 
Pussycat on my lap push it back and go to town down
Fm                                                      
Puttin' rap on my back and I'm blackin' snatchin' crowns


[Chorus]
          Fm                                                     
I put the pussycat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge
                                               Ebm             
Then I took it back now he say that he shakin' and he shiverin'
Ebm                                                  
Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute
             Ebm                               
They call me Yung Baby but I still got hella ch
            Ebm                               
Oh shit run that motherfuckin' crown you bitch
    Ebm                
You motherfuckin' bitch
       
Uh shit


[Verse]
         Am                                        Fm 
Sorry in advance for my bros they'll whoop a nigga ass
         Am         
What you whippin' up
                               Am          
Jid in the back if you lookin' for the dope
       Am                                             
Niggas got it in the bag 'cause we trappin' on the low
                                           Am    
And I'm the shit with the flow huh give me a joke
                                             Am          
Heard a nigga say that you the next No no no I'm the best
     Am                                      
Tell them bitches stop the mothafuckin' press
           Am                  
Press stop fuck a top five list
          Am                  
Get 'em a vest he get lopsided
Am                                           
Fuck the cops we was runnin' from Rottweilers
                              Am                        
Most of my partnas ain't have poppa just a popped condom
                                  Am                                         
Couple kids with Alzheimer's zero point four on his side boy you Mike Alstott
      Am               
He on the block violent
                               Fm              
Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres
Am                                       
Green light line a nigga up stop sign him
                          Am      
Keep drivin' you will not find him
               Am         
I'ma I'ma I'ma anomanomaly
A7                     Bb        
I turned into a rapper ironically
                         A7                
I ran the bag up back up niggas is on to me
                                          Am     
Niggas should honor me if you think I'm a wannabe
            Am                                      
It's pretty comedy I'm melancholy and cool so calmly
C                                     
Bussin' moves my truths carry velocity
           C                             
Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh pussyclot
                                   C   
Treat the rappin' like I'm pushin' rock
       C                       
On the stove with the Pyrex pot
                        C              
The door stay locked it don't say knock
C                                 
We on they block we own they block
     C                                      
It's Monopoly games we stole they properties
                   C          
Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin'
         C                                      
The same lil' niggas small pond but a pool shark
  C                                      
I aim big stick knock chalk off cue balls


[Outro]
          Fm  
Bang this shit


[End]