Buddy – Glitch (ft. Tinashe) (Audio, Lyrics)

Buddy is back with “Glitch” featuring Tinashe. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Steve Evans & Joe Benny.

Buddy Glitch

Buddy is back, gearing up once again for the release of his brand new single “Glitch” with Tinashe.

The Compton-born 26-year-old has been branching out as of late, collaborating with some artists you wouldn’t expect. Recently, he teamed up with teenage sensation Matt Ox to drop “Ain’t Sweet,” also coming through with new music featuring Lucky Daye. Today, he’s going in another direction again, joining forces with Tinashe for “Glitch.”

The song was released via RCA Records, premiering on Zane Lowe’s radio show on Apple Music 1. It features two dope verses from Buddy and a hook from Tinashe with some glitchy instrumentals along the way.

Buddy – Glitch (ft. Tinashe) (prod. Steve Evans & Joe Benny)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Buddy]
Oh, oh, shit, system got a glitch, bitch (Oh, shit)
Money comin’ in, it got an itch, bitch (Yeah)
Everyday you know I’m gettin’ rich, bitch (Rich, money)
Niggas hatin’, I don’t give a shit, bitch
Guilty conscience, I ain’t innocent, yeah (Yeah)
Tryna make a nigga seize and desist (Ayy)
I command your bitch, I suran the whip (Ah)
I demand some chips, I’m bringin’ the clips
My back in, flip, I hang ’round some crips (Ssh)
Some bloods, pimps, some thugs, [?]

[Chorus: Buddy & Tinashe]
Oh, yeah, that’s right
Oh, yeah, that’s right, oh, yeah, that’s right
You goddamn right
Oh, yeah, that’s right, oh, yeah, that’s right
We don’t play nice
Oh, yeah, that’s right, oh, yeah, that’s right
Just rate my price
Oh, yeah, that’s right, oh, yeah, that’s-
Money bags, cash cars, clothes
Hunnid racks, stack tall, woah
Money bags, cash cars, clothes
Hunnid racks, stack tall, woah

[Verse 2: Buddy]
Yeah, out late night with some move (Move)
We stay breakin’ all the rules (Rules)
Me and three bitches in the nude (Nude)
I’m the realest nigga in the room (Room)
Another twenty-K came through (Yes)
I’m runnin’ through, but not actin’ foolish
Nothin’ to prove, got somethin’ to lose
So, buckle your dues, to pay for my doom (Ooh)
From the westside it’s true (True)
In a designer suit (Suit)
Watch who you talkin’ to (Who?)
Out of my mind, I’m glitchin’
Probably ’cause I been sippin’, smokin’, trippin’
All of these bitches dancin’ on top of my dickies
Countin’ up hundreds and fifties
It’s gettin wicked, I’m ’bout to black in a minute
I’m gone

[Chorus: Buddy & Tinashe]
Oh, yeah, that’s right
Oh, yeah, that’s right, oh, yeah, that’s right
You goddamn right
Oh, yeah, that’s right, oh, yeah, that’s right
We don’t play nice
Oh, yeah, that’s right, oh, yeah, that’s right
Just rate my price
Oh, yeah, that’s right, oh, yeah, that’s-
Money bags, cash cars, clothes
Hunnid racks, stack tall, woah
Money bags, cash cars, clothes
Hunnid racks, stack tall, woah

[Outro: Tinashe]
Oh, yeah that’s right
Oh, yeah that’s right
Oh, yeah that’s right
Oh, yeah that’s right