HAHAHA(feat. Lil Yachty) (Explicit) - Yn Jay/Lil Yachty
Lyrics by：Jaylein Cantrell/Miles P McCollum
Composed by：Jaylein Cantrell/Miles P McCollum
Yeah baby you did this one
Yeah
I got a gun so big I bet
I could stop time if I shoot this b***h
An eight ball so motherf**kin'
I got an eight ball yeah this s**t straight drop
She gon' drop dead and she–this b***h
D**n
N***a tried to domestic violence
Escalade with two I'm finna shoot this b***h
'Em down two point conversion I'ma poont this b***h
D**n I mean punt this b***h
Freak b***h ain't never had sex ah
Freak b***h ain't never had good dick I'm finna hump this b***h
Naw I don't really wanna f**k b***h suck this dick
Freak b***h-d**n
Freak b***h forgot to put on f**kin' deodorant
And came out on some musty s**t
B***h walk around with winkled feet on some crusty s**t
Glaze you bad on some dusty s**t
N***a pulled up in an old school
But it was really old school on some rusty s**t
Switch my mac around it's a double clip
I done came through with the bundle clip
WWE I'm on some rumble s**t
If you don't like me I'm on some f**k you s**t
If I pull my gun out I'ma bust you quick
Boomin' westbrook on my russell s**t
D**n I had a whole motherf**kin' street slapper
Baby on the track got the beat slappin'
Ready for app d**n aight
Ready for applause got my heat clappin'
Ready for the f**kin' studio I keep rappin'
F**k the rap game I keep trappin'
Trap house beat out I keep slappin'
B***h suckin' dick all night got her knees ashy
Hahahaha hahaha hahahaha
Go
In the name of the Lord we need all the M's go
Can't stripe them blue hundreds I put bod around
Hundred twenty thousand dollars certified gem
All the ball hard head n***as crimson chin boom
I done took a few L's
But I was born to win slatt
Really what I rap ask those who swore me in blttt
We ain't really seen 'em all
You sure you swore you came
Must've ate for long how's gang starvin'
F**k my ho's skip class come on
Really should've been at icu how I sip glass boom
Bullets get to flyin' bet the biggest one run fast
I've been talkin' maybach's and contracts go
Was 17 usin' big benz for door dash
Couldn't get a rack now I'm thankful that's more cash
My brother smiled when he greet his child
He grew up fowl yeah
Pray to God he stay up out
The streets for a little while yes
Gave mama forty K the other day I need a new problem
My sister want a new car my poppa want a new gun
I'm bustin' in my shorty every time
I want a new son yes
I'm grippin' this b***h hell again now she need a new bun
I used to be the joke that people spoke
I think that we won
We pull up fifty deep that ain't
The way they like what he on
A millionaire but my young n***as still get those P's gone
I never sip on drank around people when he gone
It's time put that s**t up
