6Ix9Ine - BUDDY Lyrics

(Ayo, Model, that shit fire though)
We ready to drill
Hop out the Mas' and we pop at the block
Yeah, pop at the block
Making it pop with sticks and they drop
Yeah, I'm havin' 'em drop
I'ma spin it on blocks and I'm flippin' his top
Ayy, we flippin' yo' top, yeah, we flippin' yo' top
Yeah, flippin' yo' top

Ayy, ayy, whoa, pullin' up raw
Ayy, whoa, ayy, whoa, ayy, I'm in the zone
Ayy, whoa, ayy, whoa, ayy, my diamond a charm
Ayy, whoa, ayy, whoa, ayy, my blicks is on you (frrt)
Oh, oh, I did it again (I did it again)
(Oh, oh) I'm in that Benz
(Oh, no) we pop at your man
(Oh, oh) I'm doin' sin

Ayy, pop at your man, pop at your buddy
Pop out the cut, I'm havin' it on me
Havin' a stick for real, havin' your bih for real (shit)
I'm totin' the steal for real, thinkin' I'm feelin' it

I like my bitches like I like my purse, yeah
All that shit bustin', I cop her a purse (oh, yeah)
Hit from the back, I be bitin' my shirt (goddamn)
She say she wanna stay the night, all night
Know a nigga got a whole lot of bitches
She chain swingin' on me, got a whole lot of chicken (yeah)
Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of wrists
Plain Jane, Rolex cost a whole damn check (yeah)
Swear they can't f*ck with me, like I'm celibate
I got skin in the game, I can celebrate
And this shit hit the fan, I can celebrate
All I hang with is demons and menaces
I got niggas, who shoot for me, shorty (for sure)
All that shit out the roof for me, shorty (for sure)
It go, "Doot-doot-doot-doot" 'bout me, shorty
Don't play with my body, don't play with my body

Ayy, ayy, whoa, pullin' up raw
Ayy, whoa, ayy, whoa, ayy, I'm in the zone
Ayy, whoa, ayy, whoa, ayy, my diamond a charm
Ayy, whoa, ayy, whoa, ayy, my blicks is on you (frrt)
Oh, oh, I did it again (I did it again)
(Oh, oh) I'm in that Benz
(Oh, no) we pop at your man
(Oh, oh) I'm doin' sin

We flippin' yo' top, yeah, we flippin' yo' top
Yeah, flippin' yo' top
We flippin' yo' top, yeah, we flippin' yo' top
Yeah, flippin' yo' top