Lil Pump – Hardy Brothers (freestyle) Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Pump]
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Thank you Fizzle)

[Hook: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp]
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Yeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Chyeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Yeah)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Blih)
Goddamn five guns in the party (Bitch)
Goddamn young niggas getting gnarly (Ah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ayy)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Brr)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ooh)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Damn)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Goddamn)
Goddamn five guns in the party (Huh)
Stomp a dumb bitch out in the party (Stomp)

[Verse: Smokepurpp & Lil Pump]
My money flip, Jeff Hardy
I drop a nigga for trying to rob me
I don’t give a fuck bust out gun in the party
Your girlfriend a groupie so I let her top me
Bitch I walked out on a nigga (Bitch)
Suppressor on me bitch I silence a nigga
Hoe check the stats we the richest young niggas
I feel like a lick walking ’round with six figures (Six)
Sipping on drank in the morning (Ooh)
I’m the new age Beethoven
Imma do a drive by in a Ford Focus (Vroom)
Shh, went in her purse and she didn’t even notice (Damn)
Stomp his ass out in my boots (Ooh)
Do not look at me confused (Ooh)
Don’t make me go knock out your tooth (Ah ah)
My grandma she ride with that tool (Ayy)

[Hook: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp]
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Yeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Chyeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Yeah)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Blih)
Goddamn five guns in the party (Bitch)
Goddamn young niggas getting gnarly (Ah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ayy)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Brr)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ooh)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Damn)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Goddamn)
Goddamn five guns in the party (Huh)
Stomp a dumb bitch out in the party (Stomp)

Lil Uzi Vert – OuttaSpace Lyrics

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
I was on a Molly
Bitches out in Boston (woah)
Fuck this bitch in Follies
Her pussy was awesome
Rockstar like Jeff Hardy
Do tricks like Matt Hoffman
She just wanna party
She do that shit often
She gon’ suck my dick until she start gagging and coughing
Am I scared? No hardly
I deserve a heart lift
My new crib is so big
This shit got an office
I was off a 30
This shit made me nauseous
My new car on derby’s
Automatic parkin’
Ballin’ in my jersey
In the streets I’m chartin’

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
12 check me then they took my gun
Me no trippin’ ’cause I got a whole ‘nother gun
If she leave me yeah I got a whole ‘nother one
I put that on my son but I ain’t even got a son

Red, green, beam green, bitch I never miss
She suck the life up out my dick like its a peppermint
I get the cheese like I work for the government
I’m an alien lookin’ for your mothership

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert:]
Fuck 20 up London
I’m a [?][?][?]
Me and Murda, we up to somethin’
I was on that Hemi and almost caught me a finnesse
Used to hustle hard now you’re claimin’ you’re my cousin
I fuck your bitch now she thinkin’ I’m her husband
I’m in some Balmain these jeans they cost a thousand
And I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
And I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’