YJH (Young Jeff Hardy) Video (MV)

Who is you
Bitch who is you
Bitch who is you
Bitch who is you

Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you

Tell me who the f*ck you think you are, aye
Tell me, tell me, tell me why you thought you f*cking hard, aye
You don't wanna party with young Jeff Hardy
Never saying sorry, hardly
Having all these bitches pissed off like it's Maury
Slick body like a new Ferrari
Sliding in my parkway
She wanna put this shit on camera like it's iCarly
Bitch get real far away
Before I rip your heart away, aye yeah

Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you

Hoe better drop it when I pull my wallet
My mom would be nauseous if she saw me tossing these dollars
Been rocking these chains with the biggest of ballers
Been balling, these bitches been falling and calling
Bitch who is you talking to
Couldn't be me when I'm walking through
Tell her look up when I'm f*cking on top of you
Telling me "Baby look there is no stopping you"
Ooh, damn

Ooh ma'am, I got a smooth plan
With these cool raps
Bring the boom back to the boom bap
Beating up these tracks till they blue and black
This the new crack
How that fool snap with the new trap
Looking in the mirror like who that
Oh the young god thought you knew that
Oh the young god thought you knew that

Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you
Bitch who are you