BUDDY 6ix9ine (Ft. TrifeDrew)

[Intro: 6ix9ine]
A-A-Ayo, Mauro, 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, [?]

[Chorus: TrifeDrew, 6ix9ine & Both]
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

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
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' her

[Verse 2: TrifeDrew]
I like my bitches like I like my percs (Yeah)
Oh, 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, I'm like (Phew)
Know a nigga got a whole lot of bitches
See the chain swingin' on me, got a whole lot of chicken (Yeah)
Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of riches
Plain Jane, Rolex (Yeah), cost a whole damn chicken
Swear they can't fuck with me, like I'm celibate
I got skin in the game, I can sell a bitch
And this shit hit the fan, I can sell a brick
All I hang with is demons and menaces
I got niggas, who shoot for me, shorty (For sure)
Up 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