Ahh Ha lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
(Enrgy made this one)
f*ck it
Alright

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
f*ck it, pay a rapper for a feature and box him in
I'm finna backdoor my main mans, all my opps his friends
Dropped two lines in this Faygo pop, now my pop red
Made a promise to this YSR sh*t, he gon’ pop heads
Ridin' with this chopstick on me, I'm tryna chop dreads
Hit this lil’ b*tch on the floor, I ain't use the bed
Every time I get some money, I flash it, I ain't used to bread
Dog gon' get his f*ckin' head cracked like an Easter egg
I don't treat none of my b*tches right, I'm a piece of sh*t
They think I'm by myself, but I’m not, I keep a blick
b*tch hair ain’t never done, I'ma get it fixed
If a n*gga diss me, end his career like 50 Cent
Bro punches hittin’ so hard, he can punch a brick
Bro shoot sh*t, he ain't never threw a punch or sh*t
Four n*ggas of LeBeau Street probably f*cked your b*tch
They know Beecher n*ggas like to fight, we'll stomp on sh*t
Kobe Bryant with this Backwood, I ain't passin’ it
This n*gga mad at his baby mama 'cause I stabbed it
Don't touch me while I'm performin' on stage, I'ma jab you
If you murk this one lil' n*gga for me, I'ma cash you
You can say what the f*ck you want, but don't touch me
A lot of n*ggas talk down on me, but can't f*ck with me
He be hatin' on me, that's why his b*tch wanna f*ck me
Twelve hundred dollars for these shoes, but they ugly
[Chorus: YSR Gramz & Babyfxce E]
Ah-ha (Ah-ha), you n*ggas can't f*ck with me
You can talk down on me, but can you f*ck with me? (Ah-ha, ah-ha)
I get them b*tches for the low 'cause he f*ck with me
Old tender-ass n*gga mad 'cause his b*tch f*ck with me
Ah-ha (Ah-ha), huh, b*tch, you can't f*ck with me
Gramz, what you say? b*tch, you can't f*ck with me
Ah-ha (Ah-ha), b*tch, you can't f*ck with me
Hold on, alright

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
I ain't gotta see your sh*t, I know you can't f*ck with me
I'm high-demand right now, so it's hard to get in touch with me
My cup a couple G's and my belt got a double G
My Cherokee got a broke window, this the other Jeep
Huh, n*gga, this the one I slide in
This the one I can't forget my mask when I ride in
This the b*tch I crack once and then I bring the guys in
This the b*tch that wasn't f*ckin' with me 'cause I wasn't hot then
But I'm hot now
I used to didn't have no money, I got a lot now
Aim the micro from the stomach, tear the block down
Every b*tch that used to play my top give me top now
And that sh*t f*ck my head up
I can't give a b*tch attention, that sh*t f*ck the bread up
AK bullets out a pistol, this'll f*ck your legs up
Told her, "I'm a dog, b*tch," for the heads-up
Up a hundred thousand, thought a pus*y said somethin'
Not a joystick, n*gga, this a fed button
I don't want no more green, n*gga, keep the red comin'
Yeah, it's with an X, n*gga
[Chorus: YSR Gramz & Babyfxce E]
Ah-ha (Ah-ha), you n*ggas can't f*ck with me
You can talk down on me, but can you f*ck with me? (Ah-ha, ah-ha)
I get them b*tches for the low 'cause he f*ck with me
Old tender-ass n*gga mad 'cause his b*tch f*ck with me
Ah-ha (Ah-ha), huh, b*tch, you can't f*ck with me
Gramz, what you say? b*tch, you can't f*ck with me
Ah-ha (Ah-ha), b*tch, you can't f*ck with me
Hold on, alright