Lil Yachty - HAHAHA lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay] (Yeah, Baby, you did this one) Yeah [Verse 1: YN Jay] I got a gun so big, I bet I could stop time if I shoot this b*tch An eight ball so motherfu*kin'— I got an eight ball, yeah, this sh*t straight drop She gon' drop dead [?] this b*tch ni**a tried kill his b*tch—, damn ni**a tried to domestic violence Escalade with two [?], I'm finna shoot this b*tch [?] 'em down, two point conversion, I'ma poont this b*tch Damn, I mean punt this b*tch Freak b*tch ain't never had sex—, ah Freak b*tch ain't never had good dick, I'm finna hump this b*tch Naw, I don't really wanna fu*k, b*tch, su*k this dick Freak b*tch—, damn Freak b*tch forgot to put on fu*kin' deodorant and came out on some musty sh*t b*tch walk around with winkled feet on some crusty sh*t [?] you bad on some dusty sh*t ni**a pulled up in an old school, but it was really old school on some rusty sh*t Switch my MAC around, it's a double clip I done came through with the bundle clip WWE, I'm on some rumble sh*t If you don't like me, I'm on some "fu*k you" sh*t If I pull my gun out, I'ma bust you quick Boomin' Westbrook, on my Russell sh*t Damn, I had a whole motherfu*kin' street slapper Baby on the track, got the beat slappin' Ready for app—, damn, aight Ready for applause, got my heat clappin' Ready for the fu*kin' studio, I keep rappin' fu*k the rap game, I keep trappin' Trap house beat out, I keep slappin' b*tch su*kin' dick all not, got her knees ashy [Bridge: YN Jay & Lil Yachty] Hahahaha, hahaha, hahahaha (Go) [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] In the name of the Lord, we need all the M's (Go) Can't stripe them blue hundreds, I put [?] Hundred twenty thousand dollars, certified gem All the ball hard head ni**as Crimson Chin (Boom) I done took a few L's, but I was born to win (Slatt) Really what I rap, ask those who swore me in (Blttt) We ain't really seen 'em, all you sure you swore you came Must've ate for long, how's gang starvin'? fu*k my ho's [?] skip class (Come on) Really should've been at ICU how I sip glass (Boom) Bullets get to flyin', bet the biggest one run fast I've been talkin' Maybach's and contracts (Go) Was 17 usin' big Benz for Door Dash Couldn't get a rack, now I'm thankful [?] cash My brother smiled when he greet his child, he grew up fowl (Yeah) Pray to God he stay up out the streets for a little while (Yes) Gave mama forty K the other day, I need a new problem My sister want a new car, my poppa want a new gun I'm bustin' in my shorty every time I want a new son (Yes) I'm grippin' this b*tch hell again, now she need a new bun I used to be the joke that people spoke, I think that we won We pull up fifty deep that ain't the way, they like "What he on?" A million [?] young ni**as still get those P's gone I never sip on drank around people when he gone [Outro: Lil Yachty] It's time, put that sh*t up