Hit & Miss - Interlude

Everybody's sending shots, its hit or miss

Everybody's sending shots, its hit or miss

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Huncho, yeah

I ask for the royal oak

Plain Jane like my Prada coat

Picture nails like candyfloss

Gave her money that's candy crush

I came here with animals

Came here on Noah's ark

Keep bitches, yeah for my genitals

I'm smoking, I smoke recreational

Fashion week yeah with the latest coat

Huncho the goat

Fuck all them bruddas I take their draw

That's money I never saw

I'm booking a flight today

I need to go Bogota

Goyard my lighter case

That shit that you never saw

That shit that you've never seen

I talk to my girl in Mandarin

Open tins like cans of beans

I like to grow bees I make tangerine

I sip on a daiquiri, it's 10 for a fucking enquiry

Head from Lisa's a masterpiece

And Youngs in the kitchen he's master chef, yeah

It's expensive when I wanna buy some bricks, yeah

I kick it good in Gucci sliders that's my shit

And I don't stop for small amounts I get a bit, yeah

Everybody's sending shots it's hit and miss

Yeah

Hit and miss, yeah

Back a bit, yeah

Stack my chips, yeah

Give me chip, yeah

Give me raws, yeah

Bill a spliff, yeah

Then I break a bit, yeah