HA HA ft. KeeVo Lyrics

Gang, Bitch

I hear a lot of niggas chatting tell me something

Ain't bout the guap my nigga we ain't talking nothing

I play my music in the pala shit be bumping

The type of shit that get you ready get you clutching

I play my music in the party party jumping

This nigga beefing over verses gotta slump em

They getting sassy over verses looking dumber

I'm Tino nigga I ain't Drake or fucking Gunna

It's coming soon and i ain't rushing it for nothing

This flow is different cus I did it after puffing

She said she freaky she gon take it she ain't running

You in the party fucking throw some ass or sum

You in the party sip it out the glass or sum

She actin naughty so it's belt2ass for her

I let you hit it after that just pass the blunt

Aggressive with it i'm the type to pass on punt

And when I make a video you know who shot it

You made an album it was decent I forgot it

You try that shit on one my homies imma swat it

I'm sonning niggas what they know I prolly taught it

If I step out the crib in it I prolly bought it

My homie throw the oop to me I prolly caught it

See I been waiting for the moment I been plotting

These niggas hate to see me win but steady watching

This ain't no 87 when we pumping gas

You did some slimy shit and you don't get a pass

Why shorty tweaking bout some shit that's in my past

If i'm top 2 i ain't the type to finish last

You talking crazy but a nigga never asked

This hoodie new so watch the blunt before you ash

My niggas ran off on the plug just like the flash

I keep my money digital so fuck the stash

Ha Ha

I ain't fucking with her cus lil shorty she a bop bop

Niggas steady telling that lil boy oh he a cop cop

I call up them niggas they gon let the tooly fah fah

Y'all be hyping heads she decent with it she not fye fye

Y'all sound like a baby talking up with all that rah rah

Hit it from the back she call me daddy i'm her papa

If I slide with Wiic he never miss go dadadada

They say rip so rest in piss you better watch out

Told that bitch you better log out

Pressing me for verses told that nigga better watch out

I'm on my own timing

Pull in watch the tape I got the mixes

Make the pope watch em

I don't hang with fishes niggas bitches

They gon float prolly

Like what you know bout it

Ha Ha

Coolin off the meds that boy be jocing to his papa

I get tye hot, he bussing in, you hear that rah rah

I dpn't bang no C's but when we rolling, hear dat fah fah

Chill at five guys

Ebby, tye, tino, khi

Niggas rollin five fives

High rise, smoking off this pack I got a ghost eye

My hittas know guys, like more flies

Gotta curb for shordy, no gnats in my ride

Uh, uh

Shit get wicked

I don't wrap my weed need bigger blunts this wood hitting

Better pay my verse get upgraded my build different

I just spent some vc on the arm my shot swishing