Jeff Hardy lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ayy
I don't wrestle, I don't know Jeff Hardy (They like that), SCY Jimm
Hit that boy block (I like it), glaow
Don't f*ck with cops, no (Ayy, Glazer, I see you)
SCY sh*t, n*gga, you gon' ride or die, huh?
I ain't tryna fight, no
A n*gga took flight, in that pus*y, I might
Uh, I don't wrestle, I don't know Jeff Hardy

[Chorus]
Roll a 'Wood and get high as a kite (Huh?), bad b*tch ride di*k like a bike (Ooh)
I'm the man, but I'm strapped like a dyke (Glaow, glaow), big stick with me, I ain't tryna fight (No)
I can't land, a young n*gga took flight (Yeah), I don't dance, in that pus*y, I might
n*ggas mad 'cause I left and got right, n*gga's mad his b*tch left and got piped, ayy
She ride the di*k like a Harley (Ooh, ooh), got the bit' poppin' Percs like Smarties (Ugh, ugh)
I came up and became a target, yеah, I been got a bag, you tardy
I came to f*ck up the party (f*ck it up, f*ck it up), ayy, got the stick on thе eye, no Carly
My lil' b*tch brain retarded (Yuh, yuh), ayy, I don't wrestle, I don't know Jeff Hardy, yuh, yuh

[Verse]
We got the drop (Huh?), hit that boy block
Don't f*ck with opps (Pew, pew, pew), keep me a mop
I'm after gwop, this sh*t don't stop (Huh?)
Watch how you move, them jits gon' pop (Glaow)
Runnin' up racks, me and bro sellin' rocks
She wanna f*ck, all I want is top
My faith in this gwop, your faith in the cops
Tried to run down, he facin' the Glock (Glaow, glaow, glaow)
Run these racks up to the tiptop (Huh?)
Touch me, bro gon' slide like a flipflop (Yuh)
Took his b*tch, now I'm makin' her lips lock (Lips lock)
Fresh sh*t, got them racks in a Ziploc (Ziploc)
This stick got bass, make your ear pop (Ooh)
This ain't rock 'n' roll, baby, this hip hop (Yeah)
Suck this di*k, baby, I don't care 'bout your lip gloss (Huh?)
[?][1:21], the dope got [?][1:23] (Yeah, uh)
[Chorus]
Roll a 'Wood and get high as a kite (Huh?), bad b*tch ride di*k like a bike (Ooh)
I'm the man, but I'm strapped like a dyke (Glaow, glaow), big stick with me, I ain't tryna fight (No)
I can't land, a young n*gga took flight (Yeah), I don't dance, in that pus*y, I might
n*ggas mad 'cause I left and got right, n*gga's mad his b*tch left and got piped, ayy
She ride the di*k like a Harley (Ooh, ooh), got the bit' poppin' Percs like Smarties (Ugh, ugh)
I came up and became a target, yeah, I been got a bag, you tardy
I came to f*ck up the party (f*ck it up, f*ck it up), ayy, got the stick on the eye, no Carly
My lil' b*tch brain retarded (Ayy, Glazer, I see you) (Yuh, yuh), ayy, I don't wrestle, I don't know Jeff Hardy, yuh, yuh