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Past 7 Days
HA was discovered most frequently at around 20 seconds into the song during the past week

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[Intro]
Zaytoven
Whoa
[Verse 1]
300 Blackout, pierce a **** lung (Bitch)
Tryna touch a B, I'm on a generation run (21)
Cut throat a ****, used to take shit for fun (Facts)
My momma always knew she had a badass son (Yeah)
I'm the type to hit a bitch and won't give her a crumb (21)
Pass her ass the blunt (Bitch)
Tell her hit the don (Bitch)
Draw down, take your bricks, then walk off laughin' with my gun (Pussy)
Put 'em 'cross my lap and spank the opps like they my sons (21)
Quarter-brick of work, hit the gas, they try to search (Go)
Four-four-two the hertz, half a ticket for a verse (Whoa)
The diamonds extra large (21)
They make the bitches flirt (It do)
You ever try the squad, we have you front row at a church (Pussy)
[Chorus]
Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha (Yeah, yeah)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whoa, whoa, woo (21, 21)
Tear the pockets off a **** jeans (Bitch)
And your steppers ain't gon' say a thing
Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha (Yeah, yeah)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whoa, whoa, woo
I draw down on **** just for fun (Pussy)
He won't shoot it, so we took his gun
[Verse 2]
Brand new MAK-90 with the scope on it (With the scope on it)
Fuck what he claim, we'll smoke homie (Smack his ass)
Took him off, he tried to put the folks on me (Police-ah)
****, I can't put my trust in no woman (Never ever)
Hollows burn your skin, now it's sores on it (Bitch)
If I gotta move, I put the bros on it (Bitch)
Them sixties be too country, put some 4s on it (21)
The spot jumpin' like it ain't no doors on it (21, 21)
Glock 40 leave ya with a sun tan (Pussy)
My brother love finnessing, he a con man (Pussy)
Shh love killin', he a gun man (21)
Watch him shoot the M16, ****, with one hand (21, 21)
When I go to the beach, I don't bring sand (At all)
Stick put you sleep like you pop Xans (Pussy)
You stand around broke, ****, make a plan (21)
How the fuck is you a rapper? You don't got one fan (The fuck?)
[Chorus]
Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha (Yeah, yeah)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whoa, whoa, woo (21, 21)
Tear the pockets off a **** jeans (Bitch)
And your steppers ain't gon' say a thing
Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha (Yeah, yeah)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whoa, whoa, woo
I draw down on **** just for fun (Pussy)
He won't shoot it, so we took his gun
[Outro]
One time I hit a lick, and I didn't know how to act
I start laughing when they asked me to bring the money back
One time I hit a lick, and I didn't know how to act
I start laughing when they asked me to bring the money back, ha
Written by: Radric Delantic Davis, Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Xavier Dotson
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