Lyrics HA HA HA - D.R. Da Rula , FL Dinero

I'm a young nigga
I'm a hard head, hot spitta
Too sick for the hospital
Summertime baby colder than a Popsicle
I been really trying to hit it since you got thicker
I don't know if that ass or my knots bigger
Tell the waitress bring some glasses and a bottle with em
Lets make a toast bae, you came up from the bottom with me
Fuck boy, he a lame he cannot hit it
Nigga HA HA HA

I should throw his ass some change but I don't rock with em
He think he balling but that fake chain not glistening
Off-White off the BAPE boy we shop different
Acting tough in them Buffs get em popped quicker
Baby side eyeing bitches so I know she hip
She be fucking with Da Rula, she know I'm the shit
All these hoes want Medusa, snakes on my head
Rest in peace to any pussy nigga want me dead
The one's smiling in your face talk behind your back
What type of shit is that?
Nigga all that love I gave out, I need it back
Real humble nigga in the shooter, I don't need the Scat
Nigga say he want a verse, I told him I don't even rap
Lean, lean, molly, perky, perky
He don't need to rap
I don't drug deal, I be working getting paid
If I can't do it with the check, I know the drugs will
They say pride will get a thug killed
How you the king and aint no mothafuckin love here?
Lord knows, if I don't do I know cuz will
Hands up to The Most High as the blood spill
This the death of mumble rap, them niggas was here
Shit, now they not
The Devil he a lie he say I aint hot
She gotta put that shit on god she say I aint pop

I'm a young nigga
I'm a hard head, hot spitta
Too sick for the hospital
Summertime baby colder than a Popsicle
I been really trying to hit it since you got thicker
I don't know if that ass or my knots bigger
Tell the waitress bring some glasses and a bottle with em
Lets make a toast bae, you came up from the bottom with me
Fuck boy, he a lame he cannot hit it
Nigga HA HA HA

I been focused on that bag money on my mental
Bouta get rich off my words, how coincidental
Niggas softer than these hoes, they so sentimental
Why you acting like a bitch? Boy you in yo feelings
Every since a snotty nose, I been wanted Millies
Bouta bleed on every track and every instrumental
I just used for her mouth, I just want some dental
Aint drop no dime on that hoe, she slobbed me in a rental
Oh these niggas say they hot now
How you feeling when you see the hottest nigga in yo spot now?
Bouta climb up the charts now
Aint dropped no trash in the booth, why the fuck would I start now?
Yeah I was a college dropout
Bouta hit up all my teachers, tell em they can suck a cock now
Ohhh you niggas got some heart now
But can you stand on 10 toes when everything fall apart now?

I'm a young nigga
I'm a hard head, hot spitta
Too sick for the hospital
Summertime baby colder than a Popsicle
I been really trying to hit it since you got thicker
I don't know if that ass or my knots bigger
Tell the waitress bring some glasses and a bottle with em
Lets make a toast bae, you came up from the bottom with me
Fuck boy, he a lame he cannot hit it
Nigga HA HA HA