Ha Ha

Lyrics

[Intro: FBG Duck] Yeah You know, lately it's been like We been on a whole lot of gang shit, you know what I'm talkin' about? You know, gang-gang since potty train, all that shit 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? Bitch, that's La-La You think shit funny, Davis Ha-Ha Hit a bitch with the shell like taha You want me to cuff you? Bitch, unh-uh Bitches poppin' up on me like voil� No Benihanas, take the bitch to Popeyes Choppers start goin' off like grata Foe 'nem steady shootin' niggas like dada We ain't claimin' no blocks that's not ours Put a nigga in a coffin like Von Mar We ain't talkin' if it's not 'bout a dollar Come and play with us, bitch, on my mama Leg shot'll put a nigga on crutches This chest shot'll make a fuck nigga holler [Verse 2: FBG Dutchie] Niggas 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 Nigga put him on cam like voil� Thick bitch 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 Bitch said she love me, lil' bitch, blah blah Gotta blast, stupid ass, haha Sippin' drank out my lil baby bah-bah Take your hoes to Harold's, bitch, fuck Popeyes Nail and bail, I'll see you tomorrow [Verse 2: FBG Young] Over the stove like a chef, Benihanas Fuck the opps, we let their hoes top us Beretta under sweaters, hit you right in your noggin I don't fuck with niggas, nah, that's a nah-nah Bad bitch 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 bitch on a model Pull a white coat like a doctor Niggas ain't on it, they vulture Drum on him, beat his block up