Hardy Boyz lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Mark A)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
On the ping side of things, I jammed and slid today (Ping)
You cannot name a single opp that slid this way
I'ma let this b*tch bang, ain't got time to instigate
I just pulled three of a hitter, that's a triple play
Pull up roadside and fix the problem like I'm AAA
Hammer on me, come down and swing it like I'm Triple-H
Everything heavy, bro, you livin' like a middle ways

[Verse 2: MJPAID]
Fans suckin' di*k or ain't no bank, b*tch can get away
Me and Tron in stores, he on tour, he finna miss a day
b*tches made in style, you should put this in a picture frame
Shifty in the crib, n*ggas think I f*ck with real estate
Brodie, he can't scam, so he f*ckin' with the intеrstate
(Was just sippin' red yestеrday, lame)
sh*t, sh*t is not for losers, lil' n*gga, it's a [?] game (sh*t)
Drop a three of that red like my name Dwayne (sh*t)
When I'm up, I don't change, I remain the same

[Verse 3: $camaurion]
Your b*tch playin' follow her name, she get sent away
Smokin' asteroids on some sh*t, feelin' sent to space
Why you smokin' dutches? That sh*t leave you with the swisher taste (Lame)
I crack cards, I crack safes, I'll hit up Chase
Jefe off a half bar, he can't feel his face
I just popped a hell thirty, feel like Steph and Klay (Yeah)
Drop a deuce of Quag, all I sip is straight
Know how to make my own wave, n*ggas imitate
[Verse 4: BabyTron]
I just watched the time change, I'm out here switchin' states (Skrrt)
Tryna meditate, I'm finna twist an eighth
Hardy Boys in store, we hit it with a twist of fate (f*ck)
I would've gave him somethin' off my dinner plate (Swear)
Buddy pulled some finished sh*t, he damn near picked his fate (Damn)
Out in Phoenix, SunTrust, I'm finna hit a bank
Mr. Get Away, I hit the alley, then I switched the play
Why he talkin' like he got motion?
Why she tryna set the play, I think this lil' b*tch rock smokin'

[Verse 5: MJPAID]
Skinny-ass Ksubis with the Glock, this sh*t not showin'
Ridin' 'round in strikers with the poles, dude, we not boatin'
Probably in Florida off the drank, think I'm not focused?
Check his cup, that sh*t green, that sh*t not potion
Check the drip, this CELENE, b*tch, I'm rock rollin'
Hella blowed, blowin' Thrax like I'm Seth Rogan

[Verse 6: $camaurion]
I see the boys, I hit the dash 'cause I got checks on me
Ain't taste no Act' and you ain't really taste the real potion
I'm on PA hittin' PA, the cars got sent to me
Told your b*tch, "Bye", 'cause she can't get a whip for me
I ain't ridin' with you, you don't got no tint on it
b*tch, it's big 72, got your b*tch on me
I be crackin' cards, now I got a grip on me, n*gga
72 sh*t