[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
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