Lyrics AHHH HA (Apple Music Live) - Lil Durk

This is what I need y'all to do before I even come out
I need y'all to raise y'all phones up
And scream to the top of y'all fuckin' lungs

Niggas ain't gon' be sittin' around lookin' bored
This ain't regular, nigga, trenches in the building
Let's get it

(You know what it is right?)
Ayy, this shit like videos, you hear me?
Everything I'm sayin', this motherfucker all props (Apple Music Live)
(The Voice is in the building)
Just case the police listening, you know?
Smurk, slide, slide, slide (OTF, man, what?)

Don't respond to shit with Von (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "Fuck it, you tripping, go get your gun"
They dropping locations, I'm getting it done
Fuck tweeting, we sliding, the feds will come
He fucking his bitches (Bitches), them niggas his sons
I'm hanging with killers, we breaking a bond
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (Let's go)

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
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
Catch 'em at apartments, they been in 'cause that's our only chance
They don't be outside like you think, they ass be on the 'Gram
Old opps fucking with my new opps, oh, man
My brother DThang just got killed and I been slow since
But we got back on they ass, I bet they know this
And, on bro, I'm speaking facts, this ain't no diss
Keep the police out my business, we don't post shit
Trigger Happy, I be with Zoo 'nem and we on 46
They like, "Durk, his ass a singer, he won't smoke shit"
You can believe whatever you want, I got your folks hit (Ah, ha)

Don't respond to shit with Von
I'm like, "Fuck it, you tripping, go get your gun"
They dropping locations, I'm getting it done
Fuck tweeting, we sliding, the feds will come
He fucking his bitches, them niggas his sons
I'm hanging with killers, we breaking a bond
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs

"He talking 'bout me in "Pissed Me Off"?"
And I'm like, "Yes" (Yes)
If you feel some type of way, you better slide and get revenge
He say, "Therapy ain't helping," he been killing for a cleanse
She said she ain't really got shit but she so thirsty for a Benz
I just made her suck my dick and I just nutted on her chin
I been feeling like Rico, I just fucked her in my Timbs
For school, he save no pen, he'd rather carry him a gen
A ten, FN, Perc' 10, I'm saying, he spinning
You need a pill to slide, he off all 'em milligrams, he been a fan
I seen niggas really killing shit, post shit on Instagram
You doing that
You might as well go to court and say you killed the man
I don't claim niggas who be with opps, I try to reel 'em in
The trenches like a sport, you grab that ball and turn a killer, man
Switches on me, all faceshots, we changing dental plans
All fast cars, make it skrrt, we don't do rental vans
I can have your homie set you up, his ass a middleman (Ah, ha)

Don't respond to shit with Von
I'm like, fuck it, you tripping, go get your gun
They dropping locations, I'm getting it done
Fuck tweeting, we sliding, the feds will come
He fucking his bitches (Bitches), them niggas his sons
I'm hanging with killers, we breaking a bond
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (Ah)