Jeff Hardy ft. Clutz Lyrics

Aye, Aye, Aye

My pocket's too fat, I can't use a wallet

A nigga too lit, I'm off of narcotics

Got too many guns, I feel like Osama

Ima go drop a bag, keep runnin' up commas

Switch on that back, make it spit like a llama

Niggas be beefin' but stay with they momma

Two Glocks on me while I'm at a party

Up, both poles, I feel like Jeff Hardy

She play wit the boy, not talkin' bout Carti

AP on my wrist, the lenses, they Cardi

I stay wit good luck, my name is not Charlie

My diamonds be randomly dancin' like it's iCarly

Put a dick in her throat, you know she be nauseous

If you reach for my chain, you know I'm a spark it

Leave a nigga shirt red like he work at Target, Woah

Let go, Let go, I put yo ho in a blender

She eat on that dick, where that ho, be tender

Told her arch her back , put that bitch in a blender

She givin' me top while I'm live up on Insta

Uh, she really send nudes, off finsta

I spend what I want, make it back in a instant

Stop flexin' your cars, you know they be rented

When I double my cup, I feel like a chemist

These niggas be pussy, you know they ain't with it

Switch on the Glock, make it aim at his fitted

Put em under the light, I feel like a dentist

I got a blunt hand like I'm Dennis the Menace

These niggas be trillin', hm, put a switch

on the Glock, make em dance like a triller

My pockets stay fat, gettin' bigger and bigger

I'm pimpin' these hoes, i sold one in a sprinter

One in a sprinter

She ate on the dick like a dinner

I want all the smoke, you know I be wit it

Glock with a drum, that's double D titties

Don't try to run, we gon' do you like Ricky

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeaaah, Aye, Aye

My pocket's too fat, I can't use a wallet

A nigga too lit, I'm off of narcotics

Got too many guns, I feel like Osama

Ima go drop a bag, keep runnin' up commas

Switch on that back, make it spit like a llama

Niggas be beefin' but stay with they momma

Two Glocks on me while I'm at a party

Up, both poles, I feel like Jeff Hardy

She play wit the boy, not talkin' bout Carti

AP on my wrist, the lenses, they Cardi

I stay wit good luck, my name is not Charlie

My diamonds be randomly dancin' like it's iCarly

Put a dick in her throat, you know she be nauseous

If you reach for my chain, you know I'm a spark it

Leave a nigga shirt red like he work at Target

Whoa, whoa,

Never be lackin' when I'm on the road

I'm matchin' whoever who want the smoke

Diss on the gang and I'm wipin' ya nose

Diss on the set and we pull up with poles

We puttin' bullets right above his nose

Between his eyes if he want tha smoke

If he not in this set, we taggin' his toes

We takin' his bitch and I take off her clothes

Let go, let go

My pocket's too fat, I can't use a wallet

A nigga too lit, I'm off of narcotics

Got too many guns, I feel like Osama

Ima go drop a bag, keep runnin' up commas

Switch on that back, make it spit like a llama

Niggas be beefin' but stay with they momma

Two Glocks on me while I'm at a party

Up, both poles, I feel like Jeff Hardy

She play wit the boy, not talkin' bout Carti

AP on my wrist, the lenses, they Cardi

I stay wit good luck, my name is not Charlie

My diamonds be randomly dancin' like it's iCarly

Put a dick in her throat, you know she be nauseous

If you reach for my chain, you know I'm a spark it

Leave a nigga shirt red like he work at Target, Woah