Lyrics BUDDY - 6ix9ine

A-A-Ayo, Model, that shit fire though
We ready to go
Hop out the Mase', we pop at the block
Yeah, pop at the block
Making it pop [?]
Yeah, I'm [?]
Ayy, [?]

Ayy, ayy, woah, do it and roll
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I'm in the zone
Ayy, ayy, ayy, my diamond at you
Ayy, ayy, ayy, might make [?]
Frr, oh, I did it again (I did it again)
(Oh, oh) I'm in that Benz
(Oh, oh) We pop at your man
(Oh, oh) I'm throwin' a 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 told him to 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 (Phew)
Know a nigga got a whole lot of bitches shit
Chain swingin' on me, got a whole lot of chicken shit (Yeah)
Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of wrists
Plain Jane, Rolex (Yeah) 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 (For shawty)
All that shit out the roof for me, shorty (For sure)
It go "Doo-doo-doo-doo" 'bout me, shorty (Brr)
Don't play with my body, don't play with my body

Ayy, ayy, woah, do it and roll
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I'm in the zone
Ayy, ayy, ayy, my diamond at you
Ayy, ayy, ayy, might make [?]
Frr, oh, I did it again (I did it again)
(Oh, oh) I'm in that Benz
(Oh, oh) We pop at your man
(Oh, oh) I'm throwin' a sin

We flippin' you tight, yeah, we flippin' you tight
Yeah, we flippin' you tight
We flippin' you tight, yeah, we flippin' you tight
Yeah, we flippin' you tight