HardTy Boyz ft. Birdo Lyrics

Damn MFL shit this shit too easy for us mane

Birdo what you on

Yea Dro

Can't do that the family man

MFL to the grave they can't dig that up

Yea made the honor roll grandma said I was amazing

Real pool shark I was trapping out the basement

Pops said to the graveyard I gotta take it

If it came from me to you then you know it's sacred

Steady counting chips loading up the blue tips

Ian worried bout shit nigga cause I do's this

Bitch really boring but she thinking she amusing

I'm a ambivert but I love making music

Cause this shit be therapy

I be cooking shit can't give out the recipe

If you ain't talking bout no funds then nigga what you telling me

Swanton bomb on a bitch Jeff Hardy

Matt Hardy riding with me that's my brodie

And we real twins in this shit Zack and Cody

Dive in that water boa you better have a floaty

If a bitch think she know me then I show her ass the old me

The cold me Ion mean to be heartless

Might as well finish if you gon start it

When I grow my braids out Im'a make her part it

Dead battery up on my heart and Ian charge it

Don't want another line took too many doses

I ain't ask for this shit nigga I was chosen

Went to Saks Fifth to get me sum Fendi loafers

She mad Ian get her nun didn't know I was posed ta

Made her strip for a real nigga do sum poses

I dive in her sea walking split it like I'm moses

Tali got a glizzy Birdo moving like a Vulture

C-note got the slips double that we finna get in motion

Fronting for the bitches nigga tell me where that get you

Took my baby shopping I'll buy it if it fit you

I'll rather slap you fore you think I ever diss you

I'll wipe his nose without the mf tissue

Niggas nowadays doing shit a bitch do

If you put that shoe on better hope it fit you

Give it bout a year I'll have cuz blitz you

Let it die down first when you forget that's when I get you

Stupid yop (Birdo what you on foe)

Niggas buying guns for they pictures might as well just go buy props

(Stupid ass niggas)

Yall ah rather kill yall homies rather tryna do it to yall opps

Yall praise the dead niggas I'ma praise the one whoever blew the shots

I'm like big worm I need all my dividends at 10 on the dot

Nigga tryna box get put in a box

I'm a real doughboy nigga sum that you not

You can brag about the bag but that job all you got

My nigga like a bloodhound I keep that dog on a lock

Bro got a plan so this what i'ma do

Pull up in a striker now we sliding in a coupe

Get lost on the vice I can't even see the troops

Cop the Wockhardt now I'm finna drop another deuce

What's the word tho finna hit the turbo

Everything I wear expensive bitch checkout the logo

Pull presidential but we slide in a stolo

I got the Wock Hardty boyz pour it up in a pop

Bitches fucking for the free why you paying for the twat

He was tryna play D but I still made the shot

I'm below 33 but a nigga still hot

( Hot Hot)

Bitch I'm cooking steaming out the pot

Got a grip in my pants steady balling up the knots

Bitches fucking on demand I can never trust a thot

You got sticky hands then I bet yo hands getting chopped

Getting cash like I'm Sam everyday I'm getting guap

Did this shit by myself a couple niggas did too

Since you thinking with yo dick too much I have my bitch trick you

Nigga rob who that's sum wishful thinking

You showed weakness now it's looking like yo whole crew shrinking

No blinking gotta stay on point this Adderall sinking

They hyped him he died on a mission one of yall jinxed him

Lil bitch tie yo shoe with a penny cause we not linking (Lincoln)

He was gone off a RP heard he got shot dreaming

Stop that bro talk and get up off yo ass and fix sum

You a double CDS (CCDS)

A Clout chasing dick sucker

By the age of 25 I ah be a rich mf

Ion owe you shit in other words Ian got shit for ya

Stupid what the fuck ion owe you shit nigga Ion owe nobody shit niggas

This shit in our blood It's the family man what the fuck