HA HA (feat. Sincere)
Im connected with shooters from philly
Its a wild ass jungle this shit could get tricky
Them boys don't play bout me they get busy
Don't fuck around calling demons from haiti
They gonna haunt em down have him shook like a baby
Im throwing bullets like the patriots brady
After im done i might fuck on his lady
Im laughing in they face haha
Bullets connect to his body like wifi
The splat of his blood on his shirt like tie dye
Im kickin my feet up on a jet to dubi
The tech on my hip like a tattoo forever
Think we got a bond well im sorry to sever
Said you was bringing ya gang
My hands bisexual im knocking whoever
And me I aint tucking no chain
First nigga reach automatic to ya brain
Listen to words im saying
Owe me bread lil nigga then you know you paying
Danney gotta beam if he running laps
Sin gotta slogen you said you ouside nigga wya
MB 30 posted by the trap
One wrong that's permanent Nap
Im connected with shooters from philly
Its a wild ass jungle this shit could get tricky
Them boys don't play bout me they get busy
Don't fuck around calling demons from haiti
They gonna haunt em down have him shook like a baby
Im throwing bullets like the patriots brady
After im done i might fuck on his lady
You say that you sliding we know that you not
Say that they got it but niggas be popped
How you totting a knock Never let it flock
How you chasing a bag sitting onna block
I been talking to God and he said that I'm him
Everybody fake gotta watch ya friend
If he come out his out mouth then we spinning the benz
If we see him get up then we spinning again
Connected with shootas in jersey
Gotta keep a safety if they wanna hurt me
Y'all niggas be broke dirty and thirsty
Feening for bitches who don't know they worthy
I don't pop xans I don't pop perkeys
Fuck a fendi belt on my hip is the hermes
I'm gripping a mac mb got the thirty
Niggas in the sky flying with the birdies
If he try and run up then we showing no mercy
Go to his grave and start getting sturdy
On my way to the top and I'm in a hurry
Gon get out the hood momma don't worry
Wherever I go I'm always on fly shit
Saying they like that niggas need stop it
Runts so high got me inna cockpit
Bout a p and a half for my whole outfit
Its a wild ass jungle this shit could get tricky
Them boys don't play bout me they get busy
Don't fuck around calling demons from haiti
They gonna haunt em down have him shook like a baby
Im throwing bullets like the patriots brady
After im done i might fuck on his lady
Im laughing in they face haha
Bullets connect to his body like wifi
The splat of his blood on his shirt like tie dye
Im kickin my feet up on a jet to dubi
The tech on my hip like a tattoo forever
Think we got a bond well im sorry to sever
Said you was bringing ya gang
My hands bisexual im knocking whoever
And me I aint tucking no chain
First nigga reach automatic to ya brain
Listen to words im saying
Owe me bread lil nigga then you know you paying
Danney gotta beam if he running laps
Sin gotta slogen you said you ouside nigga wya
MB 30 posted by the trap
One wrong that's permanent Nap
Im connected with shooters from philly
Its a wild ass jungle this shit could get tricky
Them boys don't play bout me they get busy
Don't fuck around calling demons from haiti
They gonna haunt em down have him shook like a baby
Im throwing bullets like the patriots brady
After im done i might fuck on his lady
You say that you sliding we know that you not
Say that they got it but niggas be popped
How you totting a knock Never let it flock
How you chasing a bag sitting onna block
I been talking to God and he said that I'm him
Everybody fake gotta watch ya friend
If he come out his out mouth then we spinning the benz
If we see him get up then we spinning again
Connected with shootas in jersey
Gotta keep a safety if they wanna hurt me
Y'all niggas be broke dirty and thirsty
Feening for bitches who don't know they worthy
I don't pop xans I don't pop perkeys
Fuck a fendi belt on my hip is the hermes
I'm gripping a mac mb got the thirty
Niggas in the sky flying with the birdies
If he try and run up then we showing no mercy
Go to his grave and start getting sturdy
On my way to the top and I'm in a hurry
Gon get out the hood momma don't worry
Wherever I go I'm always on fly shit
Saying they like that niggas need stop it
Runts so high got me inna cockpit
Bout a p and a half for my whole outfit
Credits
Writer(s): Sincere Lomax
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