Lyrics of ' HAHA ' by YTB Fatt

(You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
Ss, ss, ss (Woo)
Ss, ss

Lower my cape, ss, ss, link with my opps never crosses my mind
Niggas doin' anything for views, still let the blind lead the blind
To grab my drink, I'm gone
Fuck chillin', fuck kissin' ass, I'm already made it
I'm back pourin' Ace' pussy, I'm back in my zone
I been quiet, but I'm watching
Hell, you too tell me 'bout the smoke
Got my game from killers and pimps, I was totin' a lot of guns at six years old
Never put strains in my business, all the Foxes trust my vision
Everything came bulletproof: I wanna whack Fatt, pussy, keep wishin'
You ain't gotta call my phone, catch him, hit him
You know who the hit, bruh sent the picture
My buddy for the K's, they be glitchin'
He on his last strike, but he'll hit you
He killed the boats service on the South, stopin' by the East grab my drink
The Nawfside, they ain't hittin' on shit, drive to Walker Holmes, pour up a pint (For Speak)
Then drive back 'cross the bridge, ss, that means shit got for real, ss
I showed 'em where I live, went from a shed to a mansion crib
Ten bedroom house look like a college, I get head in the kitchen
Backyard, got a reindeer, put a shark, you hear a pussy nigga creepin'
But if I don't, Fox sleep on the porch, three more Foxes sleep in the yard (On Zai)
And I just got security, like spendin' cash, my debit account large
Ain't never been a fraud, never stole somethin' from somebody I love
Last bitch I had crushed my heart, be the ho by my feelings, I'ma do it
Came in this rap game sayin' one thing, everybody ain't your friend
She'll act stingy with that pussy, rich, for real, I might fly out your friend
Up there for real, the hood ain't shit
When Zai died, everybody was live
He might rat, so I canceled the blitz
When Zai died, everybody cried
I be seein' all these niggas writin' these statements, still try to hop in the booth
I be seein' all these niggas buy these guns that they ain't gon' never shoot, never use
Killer Fox, nigga, you ain't never do it
Actin' a fuckin' fool with this cash, with any nigga, I get into it
Ma' say: Slow down, boy, I need you, stop sippin' drink, boy, I need you
Stop gettin' 'em hit, boy, I need you, call off every blitz, boy, I need you
Ss, ss, uncle, listen, words for my niece, she need me
Comin' like Birdman with this Runt, fuck up the rap game, I don't plan on leavin'
Every nigga I fell out with, it wasn't my fault, play with my love, I'm leavin'
Every ho I fell out with, it wasn't my fault, you play with my love, I'm leavin'
Asked Cam when he comin' home, he said he don't know, until then, we stayin' friendly
Ask Geedo when he comin' home, he say: I don't know 'cause they gave me a hundred and fifty (Life)
Uh, call the ones, but I wish we could whack 'em twice
That nigga that shot me wrote a statement, make sure my son be hard on his kids (Mice)
Uh, she was lame, fuckin' with me, she got piped
I know real rats in disguise, I'll never cost a nigga his life (How you do it?)
Pussy fat, wet and good, my dick touched her heart, how she do it
Junior Fox locked on his B-day, buy a drone, try to fly him some Louis

Uh, uh, uh, pussy, ah-ha, I know y'all wanna shoot me
Uh, uh, uh, pussy, ah-ha, y'all can't get to me
Stop tellin' folks that we beefin', three months later, made another million
Stop tellin' folks that we beefin' 'fore I fuck the mother of your children
Uh, uh, uh, pussy, ah-ha, y'all can't get to me
Uh, uh, uh, pussy, ah-ha, I know y'all wanna shoot me
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ah-ha, pussy, keep wishin'
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ah-ha, bitch, keep on wishin'
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ah-ha, pussy, keep wishin'
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ah-ha, bitch, keep on wishin'
Uh-huh, keep on wishin'
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ah-ha, bitch, keep on wishin'