[Interlude]

[Verse 1 :𝘔𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘢]

Alex back up on the beat
And they gon’ slap no doubt
Babe, Ruth gal
They pitch the track and then I whacked it out
Crazy addiction, look it up
Know what the tracks about
Grace Jones love is the drug
And buddy backs are out
Tea, spliff, vibes I can’t relax without
What else would I rap about?
Thirsty n***as better catch the drought
Know the diva pree what the raps about
Black is beauty, so you know that the cracks are out

[Verse 2: 𝘑𝘦𝘵]

Cheques fly like Ja Morant
And the money getting out of hand
Damn, I think I need some rubber bands
I brought these brothers to a stand still
They got their hands above thеir head like they bout to hit thе shmoney dance
That brothers sweet, brothers marzipan
And if we talkin’ ‘bout the other track
They left D out like it’s motherland
And if we see the money hit the running man
The buddies weren’t up with it
Like a hunnid bands
[Verse 3: 𝘋’𝘈𝘺𝘨𝘰]

You know West London let the cash talk?
Bill fiddy on my feet, that’s how the cash walks
Even the nitties high fashion
See them on the strip bitch, watch how the cats walk
We ain’t no mascots
You know the buddies let the facts talk?
Shoot, this shit, so thank God we hit the backboard
I need a sedative
I gotta hit the sack more
Be on a hoodie, so they bread us just to catwalk

[Verse 4: 𝘔𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘢]

Best friend on a Hoodie
Out of pocket like fully
I just heard D’Aygo be for the goodies
Bet of the year, I just dress up like a rookie
I got enough hash, to fit a whole lotta zoobies
Bake whole lotta cookies
Let’s get trippy
Crazy twisted when the best set boogied
And her friends of friends
Then the friends got friends
They’ll all roll through when the buddies get shoobie
[Verse 5]

[𝘑𝘦𝘵]
(Ayy)
And that means, the buddies certi
We got the juice we can’t be mad if you thirsty
Being broke ain’t a good look and it don’t make you quirky
You straight acted like the money got the lurgies
Level up, we never stay the same
I was feeling lit yesterday, the day before, and the same today
’bout to make your heart race lyrical Gatorade
Talk about the west what a sacred place
[𝘋’𝘈𝘺𝘨𝘰]
Thank God, I got paid today
Play a little ball, catch fade away
I’m on my shit in the paint today
Big up the Grove yesterday and the day before
Train down to Bush, check the buddies, what we saying today?
[𝘑𝘦𝘵]
They tryin tight, these brothers plaintiff
Swear down different day they’re on the same shit (Ughh)
I heard your new shit, and it ain’t it
And when I’m picking up my chains, I get flashbacks of when I used to weight-lift
[𝘋’𝘈𝘺𝘨𝘰]
Ah, Jet your chains nice the way it hittin’ the light
But let’s be honest, you ain’t never seen a gym in your life
Put you dummies in my palm like it’s chest day
Big buddy garms, with the P like a chess play
[𝘑𝘦𝘵]
You might be right, I ain’t seen a gym in my time
But if being late was a sin, you’d live a criminal life
[𝘋’𝘈𝘺𝘨𝘰]
Yo, chill
See me, I like to take my time
[𝘑𝘦𝘵]
Fuck that, fuck this shit
40 mins you still ain’t billin’ it right
[Outro: 𝘔𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘢]
Hmm, wait back it up
Yo easy back it up
I got two words to embellish on the cup (get money)
We can’t get complacent till we up
‘Till then treat a brother with some love
Yeah Diego takes an hour before he’s down to toke it
But Jet why you gassed like you ‘bout to smoke it?
Done with the dumb buddy shit
Let’s get dumb buddy rich
So all my buddies can live
(Skip-de-be-bap-bap, skip-de-bee wooo, yao)