Hardy Brothers Lyrics

Hardy Brothers Lyrics

[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 (b**ch)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Chyeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (b**ch)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Yeah)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Blih)
Goddamn five guns in the party (b**ch)
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 (b**ch)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Goddamn)
Goddamn five guns in the party (Huh)
Stomp a dumb b**ch 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 f**k bust out gun in the party
Your girlfriend a groupie so I let her top me
b**ch I walked out on a nigga (b**ch)
Suppressor on me b**ch 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 (b**ch)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Chyeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (b**ch)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Yeah)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Blih)
Goddamn five guns in the party (b**ch)
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 (b**ch)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Goddamn)
Goddamn five guns in the party (Huh)
Stomp a dumb b**ch out in the party (Stomp)