(The Hardy Boyds)
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 Boyds) Bring it on back to me, baby
(The Hardy Boyds) Bring it on back to me, baby
(The Hardy Boyds)
This is that big Boyd energy for your house, honey
Class in session, give up the milk money
The flow expired and something smells funny
Legendary, married with children, feeling like Al Bundy
Oh, what you want
Now they're begging for some help from me
Used to talk shit till they went and took the L from me
I got gains like bodybuilders, we're 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
But a hundred on red like I got money to blow
No, we ain't get to choose like it's duck, duck, goose
Win or lose, we ain't got nothing to prove, screw you
I don't need no one except my son, it's just us two
We're gonna make it through this life, that's what tough love do
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 Boyds) Bring it on back to me, baby
(The Hardy Boyds) Bring it on back to me, baby
(The Hardy Boyds)
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 it and keep my baby girl safe
I'm in the nine-seater, in the wife beater with the white sneakers
Pumping my Adidas through the hi-fi speakers like...
This that dad rap, gray beards and bad backs
Keep it old school like two pad stacks
This that classic mixtape, that new rap tracks
Seeing Kumbaya, we're bringing hip-hop back, ha ha
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 cloud, talking to Jesus, plotting and scheming, we're
(The Hardy Boyds)
(In the mystery of the haunted house) We in the house
(The Hardy Boyds) We in the house
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