HAHAHA lyrics
by YN Jay
[Intro: YN Jay]
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Yeah
[Verse 1: YN Jay]
I got a gun so big, I bet I could stop time if I shoot this b*tch
An eight ball so motherf*ckin'—
I got an eight ball, yeah, this sh*t straight drop, she gon’ drop dead if she ooh this b*tch
n*gga tried kill his b*tch, damn
n*gga tried to domestic violence, escalated, went too far, I'm finna shoot this b*tch
Fourth down, two point conversion, I'ma poont this b*tch
Damn, I mean punt this b*tch
Freak b*tch ain’t never had sex— ah
Freak b*tch ain't never had good di*k, I'm finna hump this b*tch
Naw, I don't really wanna f*ck, b*tch, suck this di*k
Freak b*tch— damn
Freak b*tch forgot to put on f*ckin' deodorant and came out on some musty sh*t
b*tch walk around with wrinkled feet, on some crusty sh*t
I'll have Malik blaze you bad, on some dusty sh*t
n*gga pulled up in an old-school, but it was really old-school on some rusty sh*t
Switch my mag 'round, it's a double clip
I done came through with the bundle clip
WWE, I’m on some rumble sh*t
If you don’t like me, I'm on some f*ck you sh*t
If I pull my gun out, I’ma bust you quick
Boomin' on Westbrook, on my Russell sh*t
Damn, I'll have the whole motherf*ckin' street slappin’
Baby on the track, got the beat slappin'
Ready for ap'— damn, aight
Ready for applause, got my heat clappin'
Ready for the f*ckin' studio, I'll keep rappin'
f*ck the rap game, I'll keep trappin'
Traphouse beat, I'll keep slappin'
b*tch suckin' di*k all night, got her knees ashy
[Interlude: YN Jay & Lil Yachty]
Hahahaha, hahaha, hahahaha (Go)
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
In the name of the Lord, we need all the M's (Go)
Can you stack them blue hundreds up above the rim?
Minor twenty thousand dollar certified gem
Oh, that boy a hard-head, hit him in his 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 (Blitt)
We ain't really seen him, are you sure he swore he came?
Must ain't eat for long, how his gang starvin'
f*cked more hoes than Spellman grad class, glad I skipped class
Really should've been in ICU how I sip glass
If bullets get to flyin', bet the biggest one run fast
My Bentayga and Maybach same contrast (Go)
Was seventeen usin' big Benz for DoorDash
Couldn't get a rack, now I'm thankful to sort cash
My brother smiled when he beat his trial, he grew up foul (Yeah)
Pray to God he stay up out the streets for a little while (Yes)
Gave mama 40K the other day, I need a new pile
My sister want a new car, my papa want a new gun
I'm bustin' in my shorty every time I want a new son (Yes)
I'm grippin' this b*tch hair while gettin' mouth, she need a new bun
I used to be the joke that people spoke, I think that we won
We pull up fifty deep there anyway, they like, "What he on?"
A millionaire, but my young n*ggas still get them P's gone
I never sip on drank around Pee, but when he gone, it's time
Pour that sh*t up