HA! ft. Teddy Margiela Lyrics

(That's my nigga Fybelx! right there)

Yeah!

Ha

Ha, (Ok)

Ha, (Imma laugh at a nigga like) Yeah

Ha

Ha

Ha, (Geeked up) Yeah

Ha, (Ok)

Ha, (Geeked up)

Ha, (Put my seat up)

Ha

Ha

Ha, (Kick my feet up)

Ha

Ok, (Kicking that bih)

Why does she want to make plans? (Why?) Diamonds will make her dance (Dance)

On the ceiling I feel like a fan (Yeah) She came up to me, said she a fan

I swear all of these niggas they jokes, Jump over that bitch just like a rope (Ha ha)

Stay over there, bitch you getting too close, And they all want to stare they know I'm the goat, hold up

White on her face like it's White-Out (Yeah) I'm going dark, man I'm turning the light out

And you 'bout to fall off just like it's Wipeout, I thought I told yo ass to pipe down (Pipe down)

Yeah, I told that nigga to shut up, Face down shawty she tooting her butt up

About to go crazy, yeah I'm 'bout to cut up, Stay back, lil nigga don't run up, Yeah (Bah!)

What you playing with me for? I play that bih like I was on a P4

Ain't on my level, what you tryna beef for? Shooting the Glock like I'm shooting a free throw (Buh-Buh!)

Heating up, got a heatstroke, Zooming too fast in the coupe, man the seat broke (Woah, woah)

Stay with my gang I don't like new people, She saying my name, I see her through the peephole (Peephole)

Laugh at a nigga I take off the top (Ha ha) He out of the frame, that nigga got cropped (Bye-bye)

She sipping the soda, that bitch want to pop, They know I'm the shit, these niggas they not (They not)

I'm steering the ship, bitch I'm steering the boat (Ok), Hit from the back of that bitch Imma poke (Imma poke)

Look at my cup, yeah I'm 'bout to pour ('Bout to pour) I don't give a fuck, you niggas is poor (Poor)

Me and Teddy ball, DeRozan (Yeah) I'm number one I'm feeling so chosen (I'm feeling so)

Necklace all 'round my neck and it's frozen (Yeah) Maybach whipping, this shit is stolen (Ok)

I don't know where shawty think that she goin' (What?) Rocking the Rick, man I'm rocking the Owen

I'm fixing her heart but I ain't talking sowing (Ok), I got all the green like the grass I been mowing, Yeah

Ha

Ha

Ha, (I'm on the beat like) Ha

Ha (Ok)

Ha

Ha, (Yeah)

Ha, (Laugh at them)

Ha

Ha

Ha, (Get to the bag like) Ha

Ha

Ha

Ha, (Geeked up)

Ok

(Bah!) Why does she want to make plans? (Why?) Diamonds will make her dance (Ok)

On the ceiling I feel like a fan (Yeah) She came up to me, said she a fan (A fan)

Swear all of these niggas they jokes (Ha ha), Jump over that bitch just like a rope (Yeah)

Stay over there bitch you getting too close, And they all want to stare they know I'm the goat, hold up

Yeah, I know a freak ass bitch going to suck my dick then roll my dope

Yeah, know Imma step outside in an all black fit and some all black clothes

Smoking exotic, yeah I keep that shit on the low, Yeah bro you got it I don't give a fuck bout a hoe

If you want it, I got it, addicted to spending my dough, "Margiela smell good" oh that's my exotic cologne

You talking down you get slapped (Uh huh) Yo bitch want to fuck now she clapped (Uh huh)

She eat my meat like a wrap (Uh huh) I keep that glocky bitch Imma stay strapped (Yeah)

Lil' boy said Margiela "No you cannot rap", So I had to diss him, I got on his ass

No I ain't letting it pass, No I ain't letting it slide

Uh, no boy you cannot hide

I went and laughed to the bank like "Ha-ha"

Shoot my shot like "Fah-fah"

No I can't fuck with these hoes like "Nah-nah"

Nigga talking all that rah-rah

I'm still on my shit, ain't hearing that la-la

Bitch I'm yo dad, bitch I'm yo father

Fucking yo mom, fucking yo mama

Uh, yeah, I'm with my nigga Spazza, we killing this beat

My shit on the floor staying discrete

I'm digging yo hoe, when it's repeat

Wake up and get too fly, too neat

Wake up and get too fly, too high (High)

Aw, nah nah nah nah, That boy is up past his bedtime, woah

Ha, ha, ha, (I'm on the beat like) (Ok let's go)

Ha, ha (Ok), Ha, ha, (Yeah), (Laugh at them) (Ok let's go)

Ha, ha, ha, ha(Get to the bag like), (Oh yeah)

Ha, ha, ha, (Geeked up), Ok (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Bah!) Why does she want to make plans? (Why?) Diamonds will make her dance (Uh huh)

On the ceiling I feel like a fan (Uh huh) (Yeah) She came up to me, said she a fan (Yeah, Uh huh) (A fan)

Swear all of these niggas they jokes (Ha ha) (Yeah) , Jump over that bitch just like a rope (Yeah)

Stay over there bitch you getting too close (Yeah), And they all want to stare they know I'm the goat, hold up

(Ou-ou-ou)