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AHHH HA Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Durk
From Album: 7220 Deluxe
Genre(s): Hip Hop
Length: 3:06
Written by: Durk Banks, Joshua Luellen, Lesidney Ragland
Produced by: Southside, TooDope, Nuki, JiggaSosa, NFE Paris, TM88
Released: February 22nd, 2022
Year: 2022




Lil Durk - AHHH HA Lyrics
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Ayy, this shit like videos, you hear me?
Everything I'm sayin' in this motherf*cker's all props (this shit is not real, skrrt)
Just in case the police listenin', know I'm sayin'? (High Speed Music)
Smurk, slide, slide, slide (man, what?)

Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "F*ck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
F*ck tweetin', we slidin', the feds'll come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He f*ckin' his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, niggas, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pussy, bitch, yeah)

We be slidin' 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 (grrah)
Niggas actin' 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 (she a eater)
Catch 'em at apartments they be in 'cause that's our only chance (grrah)
They don't be outside like you think, they ass be on the 'Gram (gang)
Old opps f*ckin' with my new opps (grrah), oh, man (grrah)
That shit merched, we been through there, that shit like ghost land (skrrt, skrrt)
My brother D-Thang just got killed and I been slow since (gang, gang)
But we got back on they ass, I bet they know this (grrah)
And on bro, I'm speakin' facts, this ain't no diss (this ain't no diss)
Keep the police out my business, we don't post shit (we don't post shit)
Trigger happy, I be with Zoo 'nem and we on 46 (wop, wop)
They like, "Durk, his ass a singer, he won't smoke shit" (yeah, yeah)
You can believe whatever you want, I got your folks hit (ah, ha)

Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "F*ck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
F*ck tweetin', we slidin', the feds'll come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He f*ckin' his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, niggas, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pussy, bitch, yeah)

You talkin' '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 (grrah)
He said, "Therapy ain't helpin'," he been killin' for a cleanse (slide)
She said she ain't really got shit but she so thirsty for a Benz (skrrt, skrrt)
I just made her suck my dick and I just nutted on her chin (bitch)
I been feelin' like Rico, I just f*cked her in my Timbs (yeah, yeah, yeah)
For school, he said no pen, he rather carry him a Gen (five)
A ten, FN, Perc' 10, I'm sayin', he spinnin' (ten, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You need a pill to slide, he off all them milligrams, he been a fan (bitch)
I seen niggas really killin' shit, post shit on Instagram (pussy)
You doin' that, you might as well go to court and say you killed the man (killed the man)
I don't claim niggas who be with opps, I try to wheel 'em in (grrah)
The trenches like a sport, you grab the ball and turn a killer, man (pussy)
Switches on me, all face shots, we changin' dental plans (grrah)
All fast cars, make it skrrt, we don't do rental vans (skrrt)
I can have your homie set you up, his ass a middle man (ah, ha)

Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "F*ck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
F*ck tweetin', we slidin', the feds'll come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He f*ckin' his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, niggas, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pussy, bitch, yeah)

Ah, ha
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Ayy, this shit like videos, you hear me?
Everything I'm sayin' in this motherf*cker's all props (this shit is not real, skrrt)
Just in case the police listenin', know I'm sayin'? (High Speed Music)
Smurk, slide, slide, slide (man, what?)

Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "F*ck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
F*ck tweetin', we slidin', the feds'll come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He f*ckin' his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, niggas, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pussy, bitch, yeah)

We be slidin' 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 (grrah)
Niggas actin' 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 (she a eater)
Catch 'em at apartments they be in 'cause that's our only chance (grrah)
They don't be outside like you think, they ass be on the 'Gram (gang)
Old opps f*ckin' with my new opps (grrah), oh, man (grrah)
That shit merched, we been through there, that shit like ghost land (skrrt, skrrt)
My brother D-Thang just got killed and I been slow since (gang, gang)
But we got back on they ass, I bet they know this (grrah)
And on bro, I'm speakin' facts, this ain't no diss (this ain't no diss)
Keep the police out my business, we don't post shit (we don't post shit)
Trigger happy, I be with Zoo 'nem and we on 46 (wop, wop)
They like, "Durk, his ass a singer, he won't smoke shit" (yeah, yeah)
You can believe whatever you want, I got your folks hit (ah, ha)

Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "F*ck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
F*ck tweetin', we slidin', the feds'll come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He f*ckin' his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, niggas, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pussy, bitch, yeah)

You talkin' '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 (grrah)
He said, "Therapy ain't helpin'," he been killin' for a cleanse (slide)
She said she ain't really got shit but she so thirsty for a Benz (skrrt, skrrt)
I just made her suck my dick and I just nutted on her chin (bitch)
I been feelin' like Rico, I just f*cked her in my Timbs (yeah, yeah, yeah)
For school, he said no pen, he rather carry him a Gen (five)
A ten, FN, Perc' 10, I'm sayin', he spinnin' (ten, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You need a pill to slide, he off all them milligrams, he been a fan (bitch)
I seen niggas really killin' shit, post shit on Instagram (pussy)
You doin' that, you might as well go to court and say you killed the man (killed the man)
I don't claim niggas who be with opps, I try to wheel 'em in (grrah)
The trenches like a sport, you grab the ball and turn a killer, man (pussy)
Switches on me, all face shots, we changin' dental plans (grrah)
All fast cars, make it skrrt, we don't do rental vans (skrrt)
I can have your homie set you up, his ass a middle man (ah, ha)

Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "F*ck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
F*ck tweetin', we slidin', the feds'll come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He f*ckin' his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, niggas, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pussy, bitch, yeah)

Ah, ha
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Writer: Durk Banks, Joshua Luellen, Lesidney Ragland
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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