Jeff Hardy

[Verse]
I got shooters just like Reggie, pull up poppin' shit (Miller)
I learned how to move with out the rock, shout out Popovich (Gregg)
Baby boy, your song wild, get your mama hit (Baby boy)
Call Matt, he be on Osama shit (Oh my God)
See, me, I ain't with the drama shit (Nope)
What you on? Tryna make a dollar tip (Oh my God)
Think he up with a hundred, don't acknowledge him (Lame)
Follow us from the club, gon' demolish them (Gang)
Left wrist cost a dub, that's a scholarship
Put that chopper on them
He like, "There go Gotti, man, who stoppin' him?" (Who stoppin' him?)
Nigga get up on me, put that Glock on them (Drop)
If he pull beside me, put that chop on him (Stop)
Like we rockin' them (Alright), chill
Top rope, jump off, Jeff Hardy (Jeff Hardy)
Nigga, we gon' fire all our arms, try to harm me
Poured a four of Wockhardt, now my cup look like Barney
I ain't tryna play, boy, I don't fuck with Carti
Nah, I ain't come to play, boy, get up out the way, boy
Rock out like AI, I practice how I play, boy
Watch this (Stay back, alright, bet)
Ten-four, oh, you want it straight? I'm a vet
Send a bag down, the way it touch down like Brett (Favre)
Twenty on the set, Gotti, get your roll on
Rich rollin', bitch open for Gotti
You a bad bitch, you a city girl, or you a hottie?
Oh, you savage? You so litty? Girl, let me smash it
So nasty, she gon' let me fuck with no askin'
Rich rollin', bitch open for Gotti
You a bad bitch, you a city girl, or you a hottie?
Oh, you savage? You so litty? Girl, let me smash it
So nasty, she gon' let me fuck with no askin'

[Outro]
Get back gang, sit back gang
Take your bitch, can't get your bitch back gang