Lil Durk AHHH HA Lyrics

AHHH HA Song Lyrics Of Lil Durk. This is new Latest song from album “AHHH HA“. Song is sung Lil Durk. Lyrics Of AHHH HA Lyrics Written by TM88, NFE Paris, Jigg Sosa, Nuki, TooDope, Southside & Lil Durk. Label by Only The Family & Alamo Records

AHHH HA Lyrics Lil Durk

 

Ayy, this shit like videos, you hear me?
Everything I say in this motherfucker all props (This shit is not real)
Just in case the police listening, you know? (Haha)
Smurk, slide, slide, slide (Man, what?)

Don’t respond to shit with Von (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m like, “Fuck it, you tripping, go get your gun” (Let’s get it, yeah, gun)
They dropping locations, I’m getting it done (Woo, woo, woo, gang)
Fuck tweeting, we sliding, the feds will come (Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)

He fucking his bitches (Bitches), them niggas (Niggas) his sons (Let’s get it)
I’m hanging with killers, we breaking a bond (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 (Bitch, yeah)

We been sliding 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)
Niggas acting like they really like that since my brodie died (Von)
Just got out the feds, you bring up murders with your police ass
I told Von to leave that bitch alone, she post on OnlyFans (Yeah, eater)

Catch ’em at the apartments they been 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 fucking with my new opps (Brr), oh, man (Brrah)
That shit merched, we been through there, that shit like ghost land (Skrrt, skrrt)

My brother DThang just got killed, and I been slow since (Gang, gang)
But we got back on they ass, I bet they know this (Brrah)
And, on bro, I’m speaking facts, this ain’t no diss (This ain’t no diss)
Keep the police out my business, we don’t post shit (We don’t post shit)

Trigger Happy, I be with Zoo ‘nem and we on 46 (‘Wop, ‘Wop)
They like, “Durk, his ass a singer, he won’t smoke shit” (Yeah, yeah)
You can believe whatever you want, I got your folks hit (Ah, ha)

Don’t respond to shit with Von (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m like, “Fuck it, you tripping, go get your gun” (Let’s get it, yeah, gun)
They dropping locations, I’m getting it done (Woo, woo, woo, gang)
Fuck tweeting, we sliding, the feds will come (Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)

He fucking his bitches (Bitches), them niggas (Niggas) his sons (Let’s get it)
I’m hanging with killers, we breaking 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 (Bitch, yeah)

He talking about me in “Pissed Me Off” and I’m like, “Yes” (Yes)
If you feel some type of way, you better slide and get revenge (Brrah)
He said, “Therapy ain’t helping,” he been killing for a cleanse (Slide)
She said she ain’t really got shit but she so thirsty for a Benz (Skrrt, skrrt)

I just made her suck my dick and I just nutted on her chin (Bitch)
I been feeling like Rico, I just fucked 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, Perc’ 10, I’m saying, he spinning (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You need a pill to slide, he off all them milligrams, he been a fan (Bitch)

I seen niggas really killing shit, post shit on Instagram (Pussy)
You doing that, you might as well go to court and say you killed the man (Killed the man)
I don’t claim niggas who be with opps, I try to wheel ’em in (Grrah)
The trenches like a sport, you grab the ball and turn a killer, man (Pussy)

Switches on me, all face shots, we changing 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)

Don’t respond to shit with Von (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m like, “Fuck it, you tripping, go get your gun” (Let’s get it, yeah, gun)
They dropping locations, I’m getting it done (Woo, woo, woo, gang)
Fuck tweeting, we sliding, the feds will come (Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)

He fucking his bitches (Bitches), them niggas (Niggas) his sons (Let’s get it)
I’m hanging with killers, we breaking 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 (Bitch, yeah)

Ah, ha.