Lyrics

[Chorus: JID] 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 whеre I'm 'posed to be Jumpеd 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] 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