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H.A.N
Hip-Hop/Rap
H.A.N was released on April 28, 2026 by ASTRAP as a part of the album PREACH 2 A YOUNGIN
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Release DateApril 28, 2026
LabelASTRAP
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ASTRAP
ASTRAP
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ali Shiri
Ali Shiri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ASTRAP
ASTRAP
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer

Lyrics

You know what the fuck I'm sayin'?
Understand, understand
Understand, understand
Cookin' dope, I'm at the trap all day (Hey, hey, hey)
Diamonds certified by GIA, woah (Trap Kru)
Put liquor in that batch, don't lose no weight (Aye, weight)
You a hoe, all the fuck you do is hate, yeah (Hate, yeah)
Hatin' ass ****, hatin' ass ****, you a hater (Yeah, you a hater), huh
Hatin' ass ****, hatin' ass ****, you a hater (Yeah, you a hater), huh
Hatin' ass ****, lame ass ****, where your paper? (Huh, where your paper?), huh
Hatin' ass ****, hatin' ass ****, do it later (Yeah, huh), yeah
Droppin' down with you, droppin' down with you, double date (Yeah, yeah)
You livin' now, oh, you livin' now, you gon' levitate (Levitate)
We count this mufuckin' cash money, the feds always tryna confiscate (Confiscate)
You cannot take none of these bands from me, I made this shit up out the gutter way (Gutter way)
I had to knock on the door (Aye), if nobody answer, I'm breakin' in (Brr)
Flippin' a key in the zone (Brr), if nobody get it, I'm takin' it
Got a couple of junkies in snow (Snow), I press on the block, leave a legacy (Aye)
You chill with the mufuckin' po (Feds), you ****, you'll never be anything (No)
You ****, will never be nothin' but hoes, woah (Hoes, woah)
You talkin' and chittin' and chattin' with **** that's breakin' the bro code (Trap Kru)
I had to go do it alone, I had to go do this shit solo (Aye)
You ****, you'll make you a play and be quick to go spammin' them photos (Photo), woah woah (Aye, yeah)
Cookin' dope, I'm at the trap all day (Hey, hey, hey)
Diamonds certified by GIA, woah (Trap Kru)
Put liquor in that batch, don't lose no weight (Aye, weight)
You a hoe, all the fuck you do is hate, yeah (Hate, yeah)
Hatin' ass ****, hatin' ass ****, you a hater (Yeah, you a hater), huh
Hatin' ass ****, hatin' ass ****, you a hater (Yeah, you a hater), huh
Hatin' ass ****, lame ass ****, where your paper? (Huh, where your paper?), huh
Hatin' ass ****, hatin' ass ****, do it later (Yeah, huh), huh
Baitin' ass ****, baitin' ass ****, you a traitor
I swear to God I made me a change, I got myself up off the ground (Huh)
I swear to God I ran up them digits, **** ain't know 'bout the sound (Digits)
My ****, my ****, you know that you trippin', tellin' me I'm not the one (Aye)
I hopped out this mufuckin' Bentley (Bentley), faded, I'm drinkin' the Perignon
Stumblin' all of my words (Word), somebody call me an ambulance (Woo)
You ****, you thought I was hurt (Nah), now all you see is a renaissance
You ****, you thought I was broke (Aye), until I popped out with that Louis Vuitton
I'm whippin', I'm drivin', I'm all on the road, the feds, they all on my ass (Yeah)
I came and I swerved and passed you ****, you **** ain't study my plans (Aye)
You all should have known that I was a God and I came to conquer (Aye, aye)
I'm in a penthouse with a hoe that you goon on your phone to, ****, I'm proper (Uh, yeah)
I hustle real hard for the dollar (Dollar, dollar)
I might have served this crack to your mama (Mama, mama)
My ****, don't take me for jokes, I'm comin' to conquer (I'm comin', I'm comin')
And when I get everything down, I'm standin' on honor (Trap Kru)
Cookin' dope, I'm at the trap all day (Hey, hey, hey)
Diamonds certified by GIA, woah (Trap Kru)
Put liquor in that batch, don't lose no weight (Aye, weight)
You a hoe, all the fuck you do is hate, yeah (Hate, yeah)
Hatin' ass ****, hatin' ass ****, you a hater (Yeah, you a hater), huh
Hatin' ass ****, hatin' ass ****, you a hater (Yeah, you a hater), huh
Hatin' ass ****, lame ass ****, where your paper? (Huh, where your paper?), huh
Hatin' ass ****, hatin' ass ****, do it later
I had to knock on the door, if nobody answer, I'm breakin' in
Flippin' a key in the zone, if nobody get it, I'm takin' it
Got a couple of junkies in snow, I press on the block, leave a legacy
You chill with the mufuckin' po, you ****, you'll never be anything
Written by: Ali Shiri
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