Jimmy Hart

Lyrics
[Part I] [Intro] Ayo Ayo [Verse] I crush whoever I want, I'm like that My nigga doin' 50 sendin' kites back You heard such and such got shot (D'rrt!) They say the fly nigga did it with the nice watch Coke white 350 Boosts I'm George The Animal Steele, you like Steel in Juice Pussy get shot and won't do shit (Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!) I hit you broad day, I'm a nuisance (Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!) With the rock, I'm like Penny in Blue Chips Just rolled a Dutch up in Ruth's Chris Valet drooled on the Wraith (Skrrt!) It's all kinda tools in this Wraith (Skrrrt!) I had the MAC plus the Glock 40 If they pull us over, give it to shorty He gon' take it like a man Commissary fat; when you come home, you get 100 grand [Interlude] Woah, woah, woah Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Woah, woah, woah Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Woah, woah, woah Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Doot! Woah, woah, woah See This is what the fuck we do Gettin' money Takin' trips Fuckin' bitches Drinkin' champagne Shoes cost so much, I don't even tie the strings, nigga Just take 'em out the box and put them shits on Don't even know what the fuck they called I just know what they cost [Segue] He's gotta be the happiest man in the World Wrestling Federation right now Jimmy Hart, come on in, Honky Tonk Man, your intercontinental champion And from Reno, Nevada, Jim "The Anvil" Neidhart The former football great from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, Brett The Hitman" Hart are the tag team champions of the world You know, the paper says, everybody says, the greatest team in the history of professional wrestling today I guess you could say we are the in crowd, am I right, Anvil Haha [Part II] [Intro] Griselda By Fashion Rebels [Verse] Coke on the plate Coke on his face Take one sniff Shot the whole place Niggas talking drugs Filthy for some love Kicks cost a rack I ain't ever goin' back Fuck your COs Fuck your POs Bricks on the roll Rose gold stoves Money, cash, hoes No top ropes (Skrrt!) Fifteen minutes Fed calls hit me 055 Did that time Ate like a king Get your shoe shined Ate like a king Get your shoe shined
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Credits
- Writers
- Daringer
- Westside Gunn