AHHH HA lyrics

by

Only The Family


[Intro]
Ayy, this sh*t like videos, you hear me?
Everythin' I'm sayin' in this motherf*cker's all props (This sh*t is not real, skrrt)
Just in case the police listenin', know what I'm sayin'? (High-speed music, haha)
Smurk, slide, slide, slide (Man, what?)

[Chorus]
Don't respond to sh*t with Von (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "f*ck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (Let's get it, get, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (Woo, woo, woo, gang)
f*ck tweetin', we slidin', the feds are comin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He f*ckin' his b*tches (b*tches), them n*ggas (n*ggas) his sons (Let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (Yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (Yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pus*y, b*tch, b*tch)

[Verse 1]
We been slidin' through they blocks and they don't know we have
Buddy ass got shot and we ain't claim it, but I can show his ass (Brrah, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
n*ggas actin' like they really like that since my brodie died (Von)
Just got out the feds, you bring up murders with your police ass (pus*y)
I told Von to leave that b*tch alone, she post on OnlyFans (Yeah, eater)
Catch 'em at apartments they be in 'cause that's our only chance (Brrah)
They don't be outside like you think they ass be on the 'Gram (On gang)
Old opps f*ckin' with my new opps (Brr), oh, man (Brrah)
That sh*t merched, we been through there, that sh*t like ghost land (Skrrt, skrrt)
My brother DThang just got killed and I been slow since (Gang, gang, gang)
But we got back on they ass, I bet they know this (Brrah)
And, on bro, I'm speakin' facts, this ain't no diss (This ain't no diss)
Keep the police out my business, we don't post sh*t (We don't post sh*t)
Trigger Happy, I be with Zoo 'nem and we on 46 ('Wop, 'Wop)
They like, "Durk, his ass a singer, he won't smoke sh*t" (Yeah, yeah)
You can believe whatever you want, I got your folks hit (Ah, ha)
[Chorus]
Don't respond to sh*t with Von (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "f*ck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (Let's get it, get, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (Woo, woo, woo, gang)
f*ck tweetin', we slidin', the feds are comin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He f*ckin' his b*tches (b*tches), them n*ggas (n*ggas) his sons (Let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (Yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (Yeah, mean it, say it, songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pus*y, b*tch, b*tch)

[Verse 2]
"You talkin' 'bout me in "p*ssed Me Off"?" And I'm like, "Yes" (Yes)
If you feel some type of way, you better slide and get revenge (Brrah)
He say therapy ain't helpin', he been killin' for a cleanse (Slide)
She said she ain't really got sh*t, but she so thirsty for a Benz (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just made her suck my di*k and I just nutted on her chin (b*tch)
I been feelin' like Rico, I just f*cked her in my Timbs (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
For school, he save no pen, he'd rather carry him a gen' (Five)
A ten (Ten), FN ('N), Perc' 10, I'm sayin', he spin (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You need a pill to slide, he off all them milligrams, he been a fan (b*tch)
I seen n*ggas really killin' sh*t, post sh*t on Instagram (pus*y)
You doin' that, you might as well go to court and say you killed the man
I don't claim n*ggas who be with opps, I try to reel 'em in (Grrah)
The trenches like a sport, you grab that ball and turn a killer, man (pus*y)
Switches on me, all face shots, we changin' dental plans (Brrah)
All fast cars, make it skrrt, we don't do rental vans (Skrrt)
I can have your homie set you up, his ass a middleman (Ah, ha)
[Chorus]
Don't respond to sh*t with Von (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "f*ck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (Let's get it, get, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (Woo, woo, woo, gang)
f*ck tweetin', we slidin', the feds are comin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He f*ckin' his b*tches (b*tches), them n*ggas (n*ggas) his sons (Let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (Yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (Yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pus*y, b*tch, b*tch)

[Outro]
Ah, ha
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