Jeff Hardy lyrics

[Intro]
(Hoodrich)

[Chorus]
I said I was done, but, b*tch, I'm back, I'm back and I'm better
n*ggas claimin' the stat, that sh*t be cap, n*ggas never applied no pressure
He run, he done, put a hole in his back, got his little ass smokin' like Lester
Ksubi jeans, Chrome Hearts sweater, Jumbo Laced Padded leather
What the f*ck you thought? n*gga, this sh*t cost, no cheap sh*t whatsoever
Right outside your door, pay me what you owe, b*tch, I feel like a bill collector
It was me and Dog Ass all summer
We was f*ckin' these hoes together
Always at some ho house knockin' sh*t down with my motherf*ckin' pipe on her dresser

[Verse]
Buttons get off, fft, that motherf*cker sound like it just farted (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
BabyChiefDoit ass back from the dead, y'all must don't know what the f*ck y'all started
I'm the studio crunk as f*ck, n*gga, turn me up, off X, retarded
Runnin' low on shields, I'll Swanton Bomb me a n*gga, feelin' like Jeff Hardy
I say, your ass will get killed over a dollar
Fat-ass .40 inside of my boxers
f*ck I look like bein' a boxer?
I do not like you n*ggas, I won't kick it, play no soccer
Hoes keep claimin' they talk to me, knowin' damn well they couldn't make my roster, quit f*ckin' lyin' (Slatt, gang, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
She thinkin' she clear 'cause she do all the suckin'
She she gave more head than she got body
They think I'm sweet just because I'm little and I got more head than I got body
I'm tryna get rich and move in with my b*tch so we can do crack like Whitney and Bobby
I damn near changed my number after "Rollin'" dropped, can't lie, I was movin' too c*cky (Uh-uh)
I was movin' too c*cky, b*tch
f*ck comin' through with a standard clip, I'm tryna smack buddy ass with the hockey stick
I'll walk down any n*gga block, beatin' on my chest, I be on some monkey sh*t
If you think I'ma hit your block with sneaky slide, your ass a dummy, b*tch
Disrespect will not be tolerated, please watch what fly out your f*ckin' lips
They ass'll probably ask, so please don't ask me if I f*cked your b*tch
I'ma put it like this, if it's smoke, it's smoke, I ain't makin' no f*ckin' diss
I'ma show y'all ass how it is, if you come for ChiefDoit, then you better not f*ckin' miss
I say
[Chorus]
I said I was done, but, b*tch, I'm back, I'm back and I'm better
n*ggas claimin' the stat, that sh*t be cap, n*ggas never applied no pressure
He run, he done, put a hole in his back, got his little ass smokin' like Lester
Ksubi jeans, Chrome Hearts sweater, Jumbo Laced Padded leather
What the f*ck you thought? n*gga, this sh*t cost, no cheap sh*t whatsoever (Uh-uh)
Right outside your door, pay me what you owe, b*tch, I feel like a bill collector (I need that)
It was me and Dog Ass all summer
We was f*ckin' these hoes together
Always at some ho house knockin' sh*t down with my motherf*ckin' pipe on her dresser