Ha Ha lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah)
Turn me up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Facts

[Chorus]
You got sizzurp right inside your artery, ha
You buck a punishment and still leave in the morning, uh-huh
I got a Tommy gun, I’m not talking stomachs, uh-uh
You want a honey bun early in the morning? Ah-ah
I’m a big bee, I’m giggling for your honey, ha-ha
You ever seen a b*tch look better than money? Uh-uh
You beat that b*tch to sleep, back at it top the morning, aha
All my Drac' automatic, good morning, hehehe

[Post-Chorus]
b*tch tall, sturdy like a farmer, hehe
Big tall cup of that Barney, hehe
Pour eight of red in a punch
I wan' f*ck your girl from the fro-o-ont

[Verse 1]
Stacking my pesos, f*ck what the Wraith do
Timeout, I’m living my life like I’m Jésus
Twenty-four karat the gate, she was told to wait
I'ma f*ck that b*tch and give her right to my dog like Nate
Tony the Tiger, I'm great
Tony Hawk skate, drinking grapes
Overseas on a boat eating crepes
Give my dog the keys to the 'Vette
That's what I’m sayin', man
[Chorus]
You got sizzurp right inside your artery, ha
You buck a punishment and still leave in the morning, uh-huh
I got a Tommy gun, I’m not talking stomachs, uh-uh
You want a honey bun early in the morning? Ah-ah
I’m a big bee, I’m giggling for your honey, ha-ha
You ever seen a b*tch look better than money? Uh-uh
You beat that b*tch to sleep, back at it top the morning, aha
All my Drac' automatic, good morn', hehehe

[Verse 2]
Blow so many racks 'cause I was starvin'
I got woadie woadies in New Orleans
pus*y seen that [?] and they were dodgin'
Charging your hoes like Dodge
My outfits are so sharp, no starch
Your b*tches see your cars and go to dodge in it
We go 300 deep like we Spartans, b*tch
Got water on my neck like I’m a hippopotamus
I love my dogs, I love my bros
Every time you see me, just know it’s on, yeah
I love my b*tch, I love my meds
I f*cked the owner 'cause I ain't got no time for chicks

[Chorus]
You got sizzurp right inside your artery, ha
You buck a punishment and still leave in the morning, uh-huh
I got a Tommy gun, I’m not talking stomachs, uh-uh
You want a honey bun early in the morning? Ah-ah
I’m a big bee, I’m giggling for your honey, ha-ha
You ever seen a b*tch look better than money? Uh-uh
You beat that b*tch to sleep, back at it top the morning, aha
All my Drac' automatic, good morning, hehehe
[Post-Chorus]
b*tch tall, sturdy like a farmer, hehe
Big tall cup of that Barney, hehe
Pour eight of red in a punch
I wan' f*ck your girl from the fro-o-ont

[Outro]
Big money on me, I got swag
Big bullets on me, get toe tagged
Money all through the streets and it's saucy
YSL, drew on my sleeve, and it call me
Bad b*tch on her knees, begging for my child
Ended up in the nose bleed from the wild
All the cultures love me
Aw yeah