Haahhh Lyrics

Uh, fuck, I look like leaving the crib without the stick

Yeah, I've been chasing bags, fuck, I look like chasing a bitch

This shit I pour up in my cup, your motherfuckin' rent

How the fuck you niggas say you, poppin a perks, you off the fent

Fent 10, nigga, off the fent 10s

These niggas poppin' fake, thirties niggas just tryna fit in

I fuck with all my glocks, but I'm in love with FNs

I told the label, cut the check, streets got my back-end

These niggas say they trappin', but they really not

Swear to God, I done sold a milli-rock on any block

Fuck the DEA and fuck the feds and fuck the city cops

And if that nigga ain't get shot, then we ain't really opps

Haahhh

I'm finna fly my bitch out to Paris

Haaahhhh

My kids know they got some rich-ass parents

Haauuuhhh

I knew he wasn't gon' do shit with all that staring

All that fucking on the neck, them niggas really scary

Put it in that pot, get the whippin

Yeh, I get the fuckin' up the kitchen

She wanna fuck with me, she gotta listen

Like Tom Cruise, I put that bitch up on a mission

I-I-I ain't with the wishin

I get up and I get it, them right there 1250

I probably hit his hoe, that's why that nigga wanna kill me

And she a eater, she suck dick and leave a hicky

We been runnin' up and bag, nah, for really

And we been on the road, touchin' paper, gettin' richer

I might record us fuckin', but you cannot get a picture

Fuck I look like leavin' the crib without the stick

Yeah, I been chasin' bad, fuck I look like chasin' a bitch

The shit I pour up in my cup, yo, motherfuckin' rent

How the fuck you make me sell you poppin' perks off the fent

Uh, fent 10, nigga, off a Fent 10

These niggas poppin' fake thirties, niggas just tryna fit in

I fuck with all my glocks, but I'm in love with FNs

I told the label, cut the check, the streets got my back-end