Below, you will find the lyrics for BUDDY by 6ix9ine.
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
I did it again
I'm in that Benz
we pop at your man
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
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
Hit from the back, I be bitin' my shirt
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
Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of wrists
Plain Jane, Rolex cost a whole damn check
Swear they can't fuck 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
All that shit out the roof for me, shorty
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
I did it again
I'm in that Benz
we pop at your man
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