Trevor Spitta - Ha Ha lyrics

(Hook) b**h I'm riding with my squad Middle finger to these haters pointer finger at you thots I don't f** with none you opps b**hes grabbing on my co*k While I'm grabbing on the game and sh** I put that on my pops Run up on me Ima pop They was thinking 'bout excuses I was thinking out the box They was thinking I'm gon' stop, b**h I do not give a f** They was all laughing all at muah Ha Ha Now I'm on top Ha Ha Now I got guap Ha Ha I won't stop (Verse) I don't pa** like quarterbacks Tried to run that sh** by me and man they f**in' caught a flat Boy I'm only 17 so how's that number for your stats Go to town right with your b**h and I ain't taking a cab You know I be in the lab Used to look at me and laugh Ha Ha, now you in last Ha Ha, now I got cash Don't work at delta but boy I got gas Oh man this sh** just happens so fast 2 months ago I was rapping in cla** now these pages be writing got internet buzzing thousands on my plays and I ain't even ga**ed Ha Ha Sipping slow, not concerned about my health Got a mirror on my ceiling b**h I look up to myself Popped up here like ta da da She ain't in-sync then it's bye bye bye Haters keep talking I hear blah blah blah Hit the shmoney dance like ah ah ah Ha Ha Ha Laugh to the bank, doing everything they told me I can't Sorry grandma be sagging my pants 'cuz these hoes in my pocket no room for my hands I might go thriller at my shows I'm Bryson Tiller with the hoes Tyson money Ima blow This the life I f**in' chose She Kehlani with the tits, new wave I'm sunami with the wrist Skrtin' in the whip lane done switched Lookin for the kid find me in this b**h Got one shot, stupid heat boy yeah I'm dumb hot Got more bread than lunchbox Money counter sounding like a gunshot (Brr) with the jumpshot Boy you on the bench like a bus stop (Hook) b**h I'm riding with my squad Middle finger to these haters poiner finger at you thots I don't f** with none you opps b**hes grabbing on my co*k While I'm grabbin on the game and sh** I put that on my pops Run up on me ima pop They was thinking 'bout excuses I was thinking out the box They was thinking I'm gon' stop, b**h I do not give a f** They was all laughing all at muah Ha Ha Now I'm on top Ha Ha Now I got guap Ha Ha I won't stop (Verse 2) Got ranks on me Bub in the trunk got the drank on me Tryna roll up I got dank on me Girl I got bank you can bank on me Oh man all the hoes love on me All my old foes now stuck on me Remember all the hoes used to dump on me now they jump on me Tell em' run up on me Ima hit em point blank Ride the swagger like a f**in' tank Swear to God I'm sharper than a shank Hear about me losing then you probably getting pranked motherf**er Louie belt Polo tee for the swa*k motherf**er Boy I'm a goon Want more gold than motherf**in' tomb Pull up all black like a motherf**in' groom Metro to the city then I blow up like boom I ball real, see all my shine to you an ordeal Girl let me know how a f**ing call feel I could treat you right show you its all real Got em all who doubted me like oh my Haters so low so I stay so high Baby if I asked if you love me don't lie I ain't type to watch my time just go by 'Cause I'm sippin seeing triple in my vision I f** triple on these b**hes add some zeros on my digits Tryna strong arm me But I'm not alone got a strong army Hater you ain't nothing (Hook) b**h I'm riding with my squad Middle finger to these haters poiner finger at you thots I don't f** with none you opps b**hes grabbing on my co*k While I'm grabbin on the game and sh** I put that on my pops Run up on me ima pop They was thinking 'bout excuses I was thinking out the box They was thinking I'm gon' stop, b**h I do not give a f** They was all laughing all at muah Ha Ha Now I'm on top Ha Ha Now I got guap Ha Ha I won't stop