"The Hardy Boyds" lyrics
(feat. Mike Boyd)
The Hardy Boys
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)
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
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)
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
We're The Hardy Boyds
In the mystery of the haunted house (We in the house)
The Hardy Boys (We in the house)
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)
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
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)
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
We're The Hardy Boyds
In the mystery of the haunted house (We in the house)
The Hardy Boys (We in the house)
