Juice Wrld - Matt Hardy lyrics

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd & Juice WRLD] I just got a million bands today 'Bout to go and spend a bag, blow them bands today, yeah 'Bout to spend a hundred grand today Lot of blue face hundreds, it's a blue band parade, yeah Huh, grrah, shootin' out the Hummer today I'm in a bad mood, so I feel like dumpin' today, yeah I'm a bad move, I'ma dump at his face Keep the toolie by my side, feel like Ratchet & Clank, yeah [Verse 2: Juice WRLD & Trippie Redd] Shoot out the Wraith, stick up I need everything in your safe, ni**a, huh I'm with them gravediggers, we gon' dig your grave, ni**a, huh Pop molly at the rave, ni**a Chains on me, no slave, ni**a, huh We been in the cave, ni**a We done fu*king made ni**as, uh Take your chain, ni**a What the fu*k you claim, ni**a? 1400, 800, b*tch, I'm talking gang, ni**a We not the same, ni**a, Big 14 Great Dane, ni**a [Verse 3: Juice WRLD] fu*k what you claim, ni**a Feel like the KKK, we kill you, then we hang ni**as Do that the same day Pull up in the all grey, black Mustang In the streets, I was hustlin' Run up on me, gun bustin' Uh, that's your best friend, that's my main thing Uh, she give me titty, Tity Boi, 2 Chainz, uh Get to the nitty-gritty, boy, new stains, uh Pouring Prince up in my cup, no Purple Rain I'm throwin' bands, I'm throwin' hands, and I ain't throwin' shade [Verse 4: Trippie Redd] Jumping out the bat cave, just like Bruce Wayne Kickin' sh*t like Liu Kang My plug Palupé Big racks on us, blue thangs Big blues, no clues, yay Your b*tch like to choose, ayy But that's your boo, ain't it? Take a flick, uh, licky on my dick, uh On my blick, uh, while I take a sh*t, uh And a piss, uh, sing to that b*tch like Kiss, uh [Verse 5: Juice WRLD] Oh that's your b*tch, huh R. Kelly, I may just piss on her (Skrrt) I'm in a 'Rari You make me mad, mad, I may shoot up your party That lil' b*tch she bad, but she fake, she a Barbie But she still know to ride me like a fu*king Harley Ask me if I love her, I responded to her "Hardly" [Verse 6: Trippie Redd] Jumping off the top rope on that b*tch like Matt Hardy Why the fu*k your pussy ass in here? This a gangsta party "What? What? What?" Like I'm Playboi Carti Got my robe on in this b*tch, it's a PlayBoy party That b*tch hella plastic, that b*tch just like a Barbie Playin' games with all these hoes, this just like Atari Kicked up, my feet up, sippin' Hennesy on a Safari With a bunch of white b*tches, and they all like, "Trippie Redd, you gnarly" Viral, iCarly [Verse 7: Juice WRLD] She on the webcam, like Carly That's your girl, I'm sorry She was off the molly Uh, I'm in the trap, I'm whippin', I got your aunty on my dope She told me she ain't have enough money for them rocks My dick up in her throat I'm goin' hard, L.O.L. to the bank, no joke You run up on me, you leapin' frog and you get croaked Uh, huh, you know, uh Me and Trippie had a show, fu*kin' these b*tches after our show Full of sh*t, like I'm an A-hole, cash flow All the way turnt up on these hoes, Roscoe Dash, uh [Verse 8: Trippie Redd] In Forgiatos, drillin' sh*t like Chicago This semi-auto pop his ass like a bottle Sippin' Moscato, boolin' with bunch of models Beat yo' ass, beat yo' ass (Beat it, beat it, beat it), Taekwondo Like a light, like a light, b*tch, I shine, ho I'm getting paid, but you will not get a dime, ho, yeah Yeah, side b*tch with some micros Balls deep in that b*tch, ball like Michael, ayy [Outro: Trippie Redd] Alright, we done b*tch, you know what I'm sayin'? Big 14, big hundred, 1400, 800 999 Know what I'm sayin'? 150 ra-da Know what I'm saying? Gang, gang, gang Huh? Ha