Ha Ha lyrics

[Intro: FBG Duck]
Yeah
You know, lately it's been like
We been on a whole lot of gang sh*t, you know what I'm talkin' about?
You know, gang-gang since potty train, all that sh*t
Ayy, Dutcho, what's up, bro? (Nah, for real)
You know what I'm sayin'
Ayy, Young, what's up, brodie? (Gang-gang)
Like, hold on hold on hold on
(Lil-Lil-Lil-Lil Riico Got The Sauce)

[Verse 1: FBG Duck]
I ain't got time for the rudda-rudda rah-rah
Pull up with baby choppers, goo goo ga ga
What you smokin' on? b*tch, that's La-La
You think sh*t funny, Davis Ha-Ha
Hit a b*tch with the shell like taha
You want me to cuff you? b*tch, unh-uh
b*tches poppin' up on me like voilà
No Benihanas, take the b*tch to Popeyes
Choppers start goin' off like grata
Foe 'nem steady shootin' n*ggas like dada
We ain't claimin' no blocks that's not ours
Put a n*gga in a coffin like Von Mar
We ain't talkin' if it's not 'bout a dollar
Come and play with us, b*tch, on my mama
Leg shot'll put a n*gga on crutches
This chest shot'll make a f*ck n*gga holler
[Verse 2: FBG Dutchie]
n*ggas woofin', they just talkin' that rah-rah
Catch him on the Drive and did him like Rah Rah
Foe 'nem laughin', runnin' off, they like, "Haha"
Hit him with the drum, GoDumb, do-do-dah-dah
n*gga put him on cam like voilà
Thick b*tch with me, she call me papa
She got killer ooh-ooh, ill nana
Goofy think his ass wet as some nanas
We spin back, we gon' send him to father
FN blowin', soundin' like fire-fire
Groom groom, doon-doon-doon, krah-krah krah-krah
b*tch said she love me, lil' b*tch, blah blah
Gotta blast, stupid ass, haha
Sippin' drank out my lil baby bah-bah
Take your hoes to Harold's, b*tch, f*ck Popeyes
Nail and bail, I'll see you tomorrow

[Verse 2: FBG Young]
Over the stove like a chef, Benihanas
f*ck the opps, we let their hoes top us
Beretta under sweaters, hit you right in your noggin
I don't f*ck with n*ggas, nah, that's a nah-nah
Bad b*tch tryna suck me out dollars
Plugged in with the plug, that's my partner
Chopper do dah-dah, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, dah-dah
Eat his face to a powder, the yopper
I got the babies, but I'm not the dada
I want the bag with my strap and my Mazi
On the block with the work, make a nana
There go 12 like ya-ya
Might take a b*tch on a model
Pull a white coat like a doctor
n*ggas ain't on it, they vulture
Drum on him, beat his block up