Buddy (feat. Nasty C & Zoocci Coke Dope) Lyrics

Buddy (feat. Nasty C & Zoocci Coke Dope) - Flvme

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Ayy back you ‘fore you get pushed the fuck back buddy

You ain’t my colleague this is not that buddy

Dipped up out my city but I run that buddy

They ain’t even seen me when I snuck back

Movin’ like “fuck that”

Hoodie, shades, trucker hat

Tell no one I landed coz they gon’ be on my nut sack

Couple niggas had a big ego, but we shrunk that

Couple bitches called themselves a snack

I’m like “what snack?”

Pull up to the hood and I got racks up in my pocket

You pull up in my hood, and this your chain? And you be tucking

She wanna kick it like karate, dick swinging, nunchucking

Mickey Dizzy with sauce, see I’m drippin’ now she love it

Young nigga from the east side y’all already know

I ain’t playing this time, coming for the throne

Took a L and bounced back, lil bitch I’m in my zone

Watch ‘em all hate now that I got Cizzle on a song, huh

Fucking up the bank yeah

Told the dealer “put me on some grams yeah”

Spend it all and make it back again and I’m fucking up the game yeah

You and I can never be the same

Solid nigga, get the fuck up out my way yeah (yeah)

Ayy back you ‘fore you get pushed the fuck back buddy

You ain’t my colleague this is not that buddy

Dipped up out my city but I run that buddy

They ain’t even seen me when I snuck back

Movin’ like “fuck that”

Hoodie, shades, trucker hat (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Tell no one I landed coz they gon’ be on my nut sack (ooh)

Couple niggas had a big ego, but we shrunk that

Couple bitches called themselves a snack (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’m like “what snack?”

Most you niggas way too sloppy, you are not my buddy

Always tryna flex nigga that’s not money

How you plotting on me? That’s not cunnin’

Make her pull up first before me then I’m comin’

Don’t you ever test me I study

I’m retarded on the beat I’m dumbing

On some shit you won’t believe

You wanna try? You’ll get bloody

When you pray for rain you better know it gets muddy in the dirt

So good I don’t rehearse, been at it for a long time

I prolly seen the worst

My shit sound like prophecy I never wrote a verse

They tell me I’m the GOAT I said “I know, I know, I heard”

I don’t need to floss, coz, I’m the big boss, dawg

Competing with the labels yeah we rip ‘em off, dawg

Cappin’ on the G you know you Microsoft, pause

My mind is the brightest but I’m going off, dawg!

Ayy back you ‘fore you get pushed the fuck back buddy

You ain’t my colleague this is not that buddy

Dipped up out my city but I run that buddy

They ain’t even seen me when I snuck back

Movin’ like “fuck that”

Hoodie, shades, trucker hat (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Tell no one I landed coz they gon’ be on my nut sack (ooh)

Couple niggas had a big ego, but we shrunk that

Couple bitches called themselves a snack (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’m like “what snack?”