Matt Hardy 999 Lyrics – Trippie Redd, Juice WRLD

Matt Hardy 999 Lyrics

[Intro]
(Outtatown but we never outta money)
Ayy, you know what I’m saying, 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, 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, bruh, huh
I’m with them gravediggers, we gon’
dig your grave, bruh, huh
Pop molly at the rave, bruh
Chains on me, no slave, bruh, huh
We been in the cave, bruh
We done freaking made niggas, uh
Take your chain, bruh
What the freak you claim, bruh?
1400, 800, bench, I’m talking gang, bruh
We not the same, bruh, Big 14 Great Dane, bruh

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
Freak what you claim, bruh
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 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’ crap like Liu Kang
My plug Palupé
Big racks on us, blue thangs
Big blues, no clues, yay
Your bench 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 crap, uh
And a pee, uh, sing to that bench like Kiss, uh

[Verse 5: Juice WRLD]
Oh that’s your bench, huh
R. Kelly, I may just pee on her (Skrrt)
I’m in a ‘Rari
You make me mad, mad,
I may shoot up your party
That lil’ bench she bad,
but she fake, she a Barbie
But she still know to
ride me like a freaking Harley
Ask me if I love her,
I responded to her “Hardly”

[Verse 6: Trippie Redd]
Jumping off the top rope on
that bench like Matt Hardy
Why the freak your softie
butt in here? This a gangsta party
“What? What? What?”
Like I’m Playboi Carti
Got my robe on in this bench,
it’s a PlayBoy party
That bench hella plastic,
that bench 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 benches,
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

Written by:
Aaron Shadrow, Jasper Harris, Cashmere Cat, Star Boy, Outtatown, Trippie Redd & Juice WRLD

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