The Hardy Boyds

Lyrics

[Intro] The Hardy Boys [Chorus: Classified & Mike Boyd] Ayo, knock-knock, who's that? Guess who, the crew's back Straight from the field, wanted one, you get two of that Not what you thought it was, nah, you get all of us (The Hardy Boys) Bring it on back to me, baby The Hardy Boys Girl, bring it on back to me, baby The Hardy Boys (I make big boy noise) [Verse 1: Classified & Mike Boyd] This is that big Boyd energy for your house, honey Class in session, give up that milk money The flow expired and something smell funny Legendary, married with children, feeling like Al Bundy (Ooh, what you want?) Now they're begging for some help from me Used to talk shit 'til they went and took the L from me (The Hardy Boys) I got gains like bodybuilders We raw like vodka distillers, turn off your glossy filters, Mike Welcome to my humble abode Flow so cold, leave you with the runniest nose Shining so bright, but still staying underexposed Put a hundred on red like I got money to blow (No, we don't) No, we ain't get to choose like it's duck, duck, goose Win or lose, we ain't got nothing to prove, fuck you I don't need no one except my son, it's just us two We gonna make it through this life, that's what tough love do [Chorus: Classified & Mike Boyd] Ayo, knock-knock, who's that? Guess who, the crew's back Straight from the field, wanted one, you get two of that Not what you thought it was, nah, you get all of us (The Hardy Boys) Bring it on back to me, baby The Hardy Boys Girl, bring it on back to me, baby The Hardy Boys (I make big boy noise, yeah, ayo) [Verse 2: Classified & Mike Boyd] Waited for our time to return Had to double down quick, took some time to mature Used to catch me on the street, skating, grinding the curb Now I smoke the finest herb, as far as I am concerned Oh, life is so beautiful, even when the world ain't I'm here to kill shit and keep my baby girl safe I'm in the nine-seater in the wifebeater with the white sneakers Pumping "My Adidas" through the hi-fi speakers like (Woo) This that dad rap, gray beards and bad backs Keep it old school like two pad stacks This that classic, that mixtape, that new rap tracks Singin' "Kumbaya," we're bringing boom-bap back, haha You're laughing at an adult making hip-hop Well, at least I'm not an adult making TikToks Big Boyds, yeah, we walk in the deep end Head in the clouds, talking to Jesus, plotting and scheming [Outro: Classified & Mike Boyd] We're The Hardy Boyds In the mystery of the haunted house (We in the house) The Hardy Boys (We in the house)