Firmament

[Intro] That intro is crazy Uh, yeah Is there a hook on there or nah? Is this-is this the beat? [Chorus: Buddy] Can't stop the party And when the sun goes down [Verse 1: Like] I need a favor I need that za to hit like like Ali and Frazier But only papers Niggas still buying packs with the flavors I'll see you later, player I'm on these capers, turn these racks into acres Anita Baker on my playlist, thankful Named after the angel Gabriel I know you're tired of that same old same old Say [?] anglos' angles Ain't shit sweet, this ain't mango tango, more like Django Oh, baby, might be the coldest to hit the firmament So wavy, flow in the water, it make the current shift Old Navy [?] hoodies we used to grow up in And niggas still bite like my Dobermann, I'm over it Cop the gas by the zip, I'm finna roll this shit The odor hit like two sticks, the old nigga deodorant Oh shit, never been my match but for sure was lit The whole kit, '86 Coupe with the gold, oh shit [Chorus: Buddy] Yeah, yeah, sugar Don't stop the party Yeah, yeah, sugar Don't stop the party And when the sun goes down Ooh, don't stop the party Don't stop the party Until the DJ play my favorite song Don't stop the party Don't stop the party [Verse 2: KYLE] Yeah, I'm ready to body shit, I'm ready to body shit No Rollie on my wrist but y'all niggas should know what time it is Ain't committing homicides an' all but that's alright 'Cause I ain't one of them guys that just be saying something 'cause it rhyme with shit Been a long time since I had to 9 to 5 this shit I'm still 'bout a billion away from where I been tryna get I still mix up some of that [?] with the designer shit I got designer that, designer this, designer whips Designer crib, it came with a one-of-one designer bitch She paid like twenty-thousand for those, they're designer tits I don't even take her to the club 'cause she keep tryna kiss Ooh, shorty don't do that, that's not cool, that's rude And any sucker shit they said I did is not true And any nigga that they said was wack is not Blu And whoever they said can hang with us is not you Yeah, y'all already know, this how we do, come on [Chorus: Buddy & Blu] Yeah, yeah, sugar Don't stop the party Yeah, yeah, sugar Don't stop the party (Uh, yeah) And when the sun goes down, yeah Ooh, don't stop the party (Yeah, don't stop) Don't stop the party (Uhh) [Verse 3: Blu] 'Cause it's a celebration, bitches Take it from the best in the game spittin' All the hella hate, it never leads to elevating riches I escalate to ranges on switches You niggas is on the internet banging from long distance I'm saying, come on with it (Ahh) Get in the vicinity to visit me (Uh-huh) 'Cause lyrically you ain't at all vicious (Nah) You playing it off, endless I'm saying you soft, you say you hard But nobody else that you know in your circle say you are Say you fall like a tree in the forest, no one would notice If I slip, no one'll trip because I'm one of the dopest You ever try to smoke me, gotta smoke me 'til the roach clip (Uh-huh) 'Cause I ain't going out like double dating with no bitch Pardon? You couldn't be an emcee fly If you was Marty I leave you as is, and sorry No joke, Aziz Ansari, with no joke To go, it's gold ropes for dope quotes - folks, go [Chorus: Buddy] Yeah, yeah, sugar Don't stop the party Yeah, yeah, sugar Don't stop the party And when the sun goes down Ooh, don't stop the party Don't stop the party Until the DJ play my favorite song Don't stop the party Don't stop the party