Juice Wrld & Trippie Redd – Matt Hardy 999 Lyrics

[Intro]
(Outtatown, but we never out of money)
Ayy
You know what I’m saying? What? 1400, 800, bitch, I’m talking gang, nigga
We not the same, nigga
Big 14 Great Dane, nigga
[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
f*ck what you claim, nigga
Feel like the KKK, we kill you, then we hang niggas
Do that the same day
Pull up in the all grey, black Mustang
In the streets, I was hustling
Run up on me, gun busting
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 throwing bands, I’m throwing hands, and I ain’t throwing shade
[Verse 4: Trippie Redd]
Jumping out the Batcave just like Bruce Wayne
Kicking shit like Liu Kang
My plug Palupé
Big racks on us do things
Big blues, no clues, yeah
Your bitch like to choose, ayy
But that’s your boo, ain’t it? R. What?” Like I’m Playboi Carti
Got my robe on in this bitch, it’s a Playboy party
That bitch hella plastic, that bitch just like a Barbie
Playing games with all these hoes, bitch, just like Atari
Kicked up with my feet up, sipping Hennessey at a safari
With a bunch of white bitches, and they all like, “Trippie Redd, you gnarly”
Viral, iCarly
[Verse 7: Juice WRLD]
She on the webcam like Carly
That’s your girl? Big 14
(Star Boy, you’re my hero)
[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, grah, shooting out the Hummer today
I’m in a bad mood, so I feel like dumping today, yeah
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, nigga
Huh, I’m with them gravediggers
We gon’ dig your grave, nigga
Huh, pop molly at the rave, nigga
Chains on me, no slave, nigga, huh
We’ve been in the cave, nigga
We done f*cking made niggas
Uh, take your chain, nigga
What the f*ck you claim, nigga? This a gangster party
“What? Take a flick, uh, licky on my dick, uh
On my blick, uh, while I take a shit, uh
And a piss, uh, sing to that bitch like Kiss, uh
[Verse 5: Juice WRLD]
Oh, that’s your bitch, huh? 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’ bitch, she bad, but she fake, she a Barbie
But she still know to ride me like a f*cking Harley
Asked me if I love her, I responded to her, “Hardly”
[Verse 6: Trippie Redd]
Jumping off the top rope on that bitch like Matt Hardy
Why the f*ck your p*ssy ass in here? I’m sorry
She was off the molly
Uh, I’m in the trap, I’m whipping, I got your auntie on my dope
She told me she ain’t have enough money for them rocks, my dick up in her throat
I’m going hard, LOL to the bank, no joke
You run up on me, you leaping froggy, you get croaked
Uh, huh, you know