Swilk G - Ah Ha Ha (feat. Shoota Ringz & Jonpaully)

Ah ha ha
What you laughing for
I been in these streets a minute
Bitch, I ain't no joke
I'ma slather up the scale
With the pot and blow
Roosevelt set up the tent
I got the pot and stove
Ah ha ha
What you laughing for
I been in these streets a minute
Bitch, I ain't no joke
I'ma slather up the scale
With the pot and blow
Roosevelt set up the tent
I got the pot and stove
Ah ha ha
What you laughing for
I been in these streets a minute
Bitch, I ain't no joke
I'ma slather up the scale
With the pot and blow
Roosevelt set up the tent
I got the pot and stove
Cold hearted
They done told me all my life
But it's no bother
I remember all the nights
With a cold shower
I was flipping all the switches
It was no power
I'm about to come and get you
Out your gold tower
I know exactly how to throw
All of them off balance
I'ma rise above occasion
You should not doubt it
Every time you talk about it
It's just small sounding
Narrow mindedness
Gon' get you booked in small county
Talking all that tough shit
Till you soft downy
I done ran up so much money
Had to stop counting
Time I posted up the bounty
With the bass pounding
Bout to blow up in this bitch
Like I'm Saint Helen
I materialize a bag
Like a magician
And I'm holding all that drip
Like a park fountain
Everything I do be looking
Like a art gala
In the center of the whip
It's a smart panel
Shoota, Swilk, the Pope
They ain't laughing now
Spin't a block
Caught um out they spot
Buddy lackin' now
Hunnid shots
Blow him out they box
Can't repack it now
Big chains
Let them fuckers hang
Look like basset hounds
Uh huh
Niggas dogs
Bring the whole gang
You call me out my name
You niggas soft
It was cocaine
Put me in the game
It was soft
You'll get Okay'd
Speaking on my gang
Shouldn't talk
And we can't loosen that
Why you even bother
Bring that iron
You ain't shooting that
Niggas ain't no killers
Why they act like they be doing that
Niggas know I slide
You could die just for doing that
Pope you know I got you
Swilk G know I'm crazy
This ain't no who shot you
It's about who we spraying
Even if they get me
I ain't tripping
I ain't die for nothing
Bitch my name is Shoota
Fuck I look like I ain't sliding son
Shoota
Bitch
What you capping for
Keep on laughing
Till we pull up start to wackin' folks
In that bitch
It hold a hunnid ho
Catch you lacking
We gon' put you in the hospital
Damn
But he won't make it though
Soon as he flatline
I'ma mix him with exotic smoke
Give no fuck
I'm in that foreign ho
Been counting so much money
To me getting boring bro
Splash
You see me dripping ho
Got that Dior hoodie on
And custom number fours
All that ice around my wrist
But it ain't frozen no
And all that ice that's on my chest
My heart is frozen ho
Bitch
What we doing now
Been trapping so long
Shit is getting boring now
But bitch
If you tempt me now
I pull up right up on you
And I lay you down
Ah ha ha
What you laughing for
I been in these streets a minute
Bitch, I ain't no joke
I'ma slather up the scale
With the pot and blow
Roosevelt set up the tent
I got the pot and stove
Ah ha ha
What you laughing for
I been in these streets a minute
Bitch, I ain't no joke
I'ma slather up the scale
With the pot and blow
Roosevelt set up the tent
I got the pot and stove

Written by:
Marquise Meriweather, Daniel Thompson, Stephen Wilkinson

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