Hahaha – Lil Yachty lyrics

Lyrics Hahaha – Lil Yachty

Hahaha lyrics
I got a gun so big I bet I could stop time if I shoot this bitch
An eight ball so motherfuckin’
I got an eight ball yeah this shit straight drop
She gon’ drop dead .. this bitch
Nigga tried kill his bitch damn
Nigga tried to domestic violence
Escalade with two .. I’m finna shoot this bitch
.. ’em down two point conversion I’ma poont this bitch
Damn I mean punt this bitch
Freak bitch ain’t never had sex ah
Freak bitch ain’t never had good dick I’m finna hump this bitch
Naw I don’t really wanna fuck bitch suck this dick
Freak bitch damn
Freak bitch forgot to put on fuckin’
deodorant and came out on some musty shit
Bitch walk around with winkled feet on some crusty shit
.. you bad on some dusty shit
Nigga pulled up in an old school
but it was really old school on some rusty shit
Switch my MAC around it’s a double clip
I done came through with the bundle clip
WWE I’m on some rumble shit
If you don’t like me I’m on some “Fuck you” shit
If I pull my gun out I’ma bust you quick
Boomin’ Westbrook on my Russell shit
Damn I had a whole motherfuckin’ street slapper
Baby on the track got the beat slappin’
Ready for app damn aight
Ready for applause got my heat clappin’
Ready for the fuckin’ studio I keep rappin’
Fuck the rap game I keep trappin’
Trap house beat out I keep slappin’
Bitch suckin’ dick all not got her knees ashy

In the name of the Lord we need all the M’s
Can’t stripe them blue hundreds I put ..
Hundred twenty thousand dollars certified gem
All the ball hard head niggas Crimson Chin (Boom)
I done took a few L’s but I was born to win
Really what I rap ask those who swore me in
We ain’t really seen ’em all you sure you swore you came
Must’ve ate for long how’s gang starvin’?
Fuck 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 .. cash
My brother smiled when he greet his child he grew up fowl
Pray to God he stay up out the streets for a little while
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
I’m grippin’ this bitch 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 million .. young niggas still get those P’s gone
I never sip on drank around people when he gone

It’s time put that shit uppp

Hahaha – Lil Yachty lyrics
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