Buddies
Yeah! Hey you know what
Shoutout all the friends out there
You and all your buddies
Aw Fellaair you greasy son of a gun, yeah
I'm with the buddies, we going to bakeries
I just wanna see the shaking cake
Fuck with the team, we shake and bake
Ricky Bobby, way I'm making em chase
Duffle bag on the train, full of some brain
My talent? The value is face
You get what you get I'm just talkin' my shit
But I'm watching these rappers, they're running in place
You want the bass? We're generous with that
Got a degree and no job and a Big Mac
Wanna break me off? Imma Kit-Kat
Keep tryna write, I already write that
Son I been coming with raps, giving ya sass
Just wanna get paid and my zip back
Can't take a big nap, I gotta look at my wrist stat
Plug hit me up on my WhatsApp
Thinking a bit more clearly
Holding my loved ones dearly
Looked in the mirror wondering how did I get here
I'm gonna blame it on Covid
I got a pocket of smokey, I got a bag of that Loki
Yeah that should make you feel toasty
And I get it for the lowski
Now you wanna fuck with the broskis huh
Hey Chandler! It's Lunch
I'm Goten he's Trunks
In Soho with these trunks
These blunts is hitting like some bunts I punted
My niggas never running
Always getting into something
They start it I ended I said and I meant it
Instrumental bended, each and every way I fitted send it
Mr. Matkins said he need it so I lent it
Rental word assassin in that virgin blood I'm baskin'
Carol Baskin's tiger printed fashion hands and feet impacting
Hitting solar plexus action, no reaction bitch you dead
When you had the chance to act and run
You went and tattled to the feds
Deadman walking, zombie talking head
Is full of lead is that what I said
God damn, Lunch I really like that
Talking no cap, but you know I gotta bite back
They don't bite back, boy better fight back
Wig get pushed back, just like a big cap
Bars come fast like an aneurism
My arms outstretched, bet I got hands to give em
Hands together, I'm praying Broadway, Clay Aiken
Period! Fuck with the flow
Pull up to ya house and start ringing the door
Then I kick in the door
Your house is a show and I'm doing a tour
Ooowee sweeter than cinnamon roll
And everybody wanna piece of the dough
If they give you the dough
Let it ferment, watch how it grow
For me I'll always be out here and talking clean
A lot that I know, shit I rapped at thirteen
Don't want em to lap me I wanna be captain
Give back to community all that I need
For me, imma be out here cleaning for green
Blacker than coffee, I get it out cream
Hannibal Lecter eating out spleen
Don't tell Chandler I'm off of the lean
For me I'll always be out here and talking clean
A lot that I know, shit I rapped at thirteen
Don't want em to lap me I wanna be captain
Give back to community all that I need
For me, imma be out here cleaning for green
Blacker than coffee, I get it out cream
Hannibal Lecter eating out spleen
Don't tell Chandler I'm off of the lean
This the friendliest shit I've ever done
Shoutout all the friends out there
You and all your buddies
Aw Fellaair you greasy son of a gun, yeah
I'm with the buddies, we going to bakeries
I just wanna see the shaking cake
Fuck with the team, we shake and bake
Ricky Bobby, way I'm making em chase
Duffle bag on the train, full of some brain
My talent? The value is face
You get what you get I'm just talkin' my shit
But I'm watching these rappers, they're running in place
You want the bass? We're generous with that
Got a degree and no job and a Big Mac
Wanna break me off? Imma Kit-Kat
Keep tryna write, I already write that
Son I been coming with raps, giving ya sass
Just wanna get paid and my zip back
Can't take a big nap, I gotta look at my wrist stat
Plug hit me up on my WhatsApp
Thinking a bit more clearly
Holding my loved ones dearly
Looked in the mirror wondering how did I get here
I'm gonna blame it on Covid
I got a pocket of smokey, I got a bag of that Loki
Yeah that should make you feel toasty
And I get it for the lowski
Now you wanna fuck with the broskis huh
Hey Chandler! It's Lunch
I'm Goten he's Trunks
In Soho with these trunks
These blunts is hitting like some bunts I punted
My niggas never running
Always getting into something
They start it I ended I said and I meant it
Instrumental bended, each and every way I fitted send it
Mr. Matkins said he need it so I lent it
Rental word assassin in that virgin blood I'm baskin'
Carol Baskin's tiger printed fashion hands and feet impacting
Hitting solar plexus action, no reaction bitch you dead
When you had the chance to act and run
You went and tattled to the feds
Deadman walking, zombie talking head
Is full of lead is that what I said
God damn, Lunch I really like that
Talking no cap, but you know I gotta bite back
They don't bite back, boy better fight back
Wig get pushed back, just like a big cap
Bars come fast like an aneurism
My arms outstretched, bet I got hands to give em
Hands together, I'm praying Broadway, Clay Aiken
Period! Fuck with the flow
Pull up to ya house and start ringing the door
Then I kick in the door
Your house is a show and I'm doing a tour
Ooowee sweeter than cinnamon roll
And everybody wanna piece of the dough
If they give you the dough
Let it ferment, watch how it grow
For me I'll always be out here and talking clean
A lot that I know, shit I rapped at thirteen
Don't want em to lap me I wanna be captain
Give back to community all that I need
For me, imma be out here cleaning for green
Blacker than coffee, I get it out cream
Hannibal Lecter eating out spleen
Don't tell Chandler I'm off of the lean
For me I'll always be out here and talking clean
A lot that I know, shit I rapped at thirteen
Don't want em to lap me I wanna be captain
Give back to community all that I need
For me, imma be out here cleaning for green
Blacker than coffee, I get it out cream
Hannibal Lecter eating out spleen
Don't tell Chandler I'm off of the lean
This the friendliest shit I've ever done
Credits
Writer(s): Chandler Matkins, Johnny V Newt, Gabriel Vernon Taylor
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