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