Gang, Bitch
I hear a lot of niggas chatting tell me something
Ain't bout the guap my nigga we ain't talking nothing
I play my music in the pala shit be bumping
The type of shit that get you ready get you clutching
I play my music in the party party jumping
This nigga beefing over verses gotta slump em
They getting sassy over verses looking dumber
I'm Tino nigga I ain't Drake or f*cking Gunna
It's coming soon and i ain't rushing it for nothing
This flow is different cus I did it after puffing
She said she freaky she gon take it she ain't running
You in the party f*cking throw some ass or sum
You in the party sip it out the glass or sum
She actin naughty so it's belt2ass for her
I let you hit it after that just pass the blunt
Aggressive with it i'm the type to pass on punt
And when I make a video you know who shot it
You made an album it was decent I forgot it
You try that shit on one my homies imma swat it
I'm sonning niggas what they know I prolly taught it
If I step out the crib in it I prolly bought it
My homie throw the oop to me I prolly caught it
See I been waiting for the moment I been plotting
These niggas hate to see me win but steady watching
This ain't no 87 when we pumping gas
You did some slimy shit and you don't get a pass
Why shorty tweaking bout some shit that's in my past
If i'm top 2 i ain't the type to finish last
You talking crazy but a nigga never asked
This hoodie new so watch the blunt before you ash
My niggas ran off on the plug just like the flash
I keep my money digital so f*ck the stash
Ha Ha
I ain't f*cking with her cus lil shorty she a bop bop
Niggas steady telling that lil boy oh he a cop cop
I call up them niggas they gon let the tooly fah fah
Y'all be hyping heads she decent with it she not fye fye
Y'all sound like a baby talking up with all that rah rah
Hit it from the back she call me daddy i'm her papa
If I slide with Wiic he never miss go dadadada
They say rip so rest in piss you better watch out
Told that bitch you better log out
Pressing me for verses told that nigga better watch out
I'm on my own timing
Pull in watch the tape I got the mixes
Make the pope watch em
I don't hang with fishes niggas bitches
They gon float prolly
Like what you know bout it
Ha Ha
Coolin off the meds that boy be jocing to his papa
I get tye hot, he bussing in, you hear that rah rah
I dpn't bang no C's but when we rolling, hear dat fah fah
Chill at five guys
Ebby, tye, tino, khi
Niggas rollin five fives
High rise, smoking off this pack I got a ghost eye
My hittas know guys, like more flies
Gotta curb for shordy, no gnats in my ride
Uh, uh
Shit get wicked
I don't wrap my weed need bigger blunts this wood hitting
Better pay my verse get upgraded my build different
I just spent some vc on the arm my shot swishing
Tarantino - HA HA (feat. KeeVo) Lyrics
Tarantino - HA HA (feat. KeeVo) Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Gang, Bitch
I hear a lot of niggas chatting tell me something
Ain't bout the guap my nigga we ain't talking nothing
I play my music in the pala shit be bumping
The type of shit that get you ready get you clutching
I play my music in the party party jumping
This nigga beefing over verses gotta slump em
They getting sassy over verses looking dumber
I'm Tino nigga I ain't Drake or f*cking Gunna
It's coming soon and i ain't rushing it for nothing
This flow is different cus I did it after puffing
She said she freaky she gon take it she ain't running
You in the party f*cking throw some ass or sum
You in the party sip it out the glass or sum
She actin naughty so it's belt2ass for her
I let you hit it after that just pass the blunt
Aggressive with it i'm the type to pass on punt
And when I make a video you know who shot it
You made an album it was decent I forgot it
You try that shit on one my homies imma swat it
I'm sonning niggas what they know I prolly taught it
If I step out the crib in it I prolly bought it
My homie throw the oop to me I prolly caught it
See I been waiting for the moment I been plotting
These niggas hate to see me win but steady watching
This ain't no 87 when we pumping gas
You did some slimy shit and you don't get a pass
Why shorty tweaking bout some shit that's in my past
If i'm top 2 i ain't the type to finish last
You talking crazy but a nigga never asked
This hoodie new so watch the blunt before you ash
My niggas ran off on the plug just like the flash
I keep my money digital so f*ck the stash
Ha Ha
I ain't f*cking with her cus lil shorty she a bop bop
Niggas steady telling that lil boy oh he a cop cop
I call up them niggas they gon let the tooly fah fah
Y'all be hyping heads she decent with it she not fye fye
Y'all sound like a baby talking up with all that rah rah
Hit it from the back she call me daddy i'm her papa
If I slide with Wiic he never miss go dadadada
They say rip so rest in piss you better watch out
Told that bitch you better log out
Pressing me for verses told that nigga better watch out
I'm on my own timing
Pull in watch the tape I got the mixes
Make the pope watch em
I don't hang with fishes niggas bitches
They gon float prolly
Like what you know bout it
Ha Ha
Coolin off the meds that boy be jocing to his papa
I get tye hot, he bussing in, you hear that rah rah
I dpn't bang no C's but when we rolling, hear dat fah fah
Chill at five guys
Ebby, tye, tino, khi
Niggas rollin five fives
High rise, smoking off this pack I got a ghost eye
My hittas know guys, like more flies
Gotta curb for shordy, no gnats in my ride
Uh, uh
Shit get wicked
I don't wrap my weed need bigger blunts this wood hitting
Better pay my verse get upgraded my build different
I just spent some vc on the arm my shot swishing
I hear a lot of niggas chatting tell me something
Ain't bout the guap my nigga we ain't talking nothing
I play my music in the pala shit be bumping
The type of shit that get you ready get you clutching
I play my music in the party party jumping
This nigga beefing over verses gotta slump em
They getting sassy over verses looking dumber
I'm Tino nigga I ain't Drake or f*cking Gunna
It's coming soon and i ain't rushing it for nothing
This flow is different cus I did it after puffing
She said she freaky she gon take it she ain't running
You in the party f*cking throw some ass or sum
You in the party sip it out the glass or sum
She actin naughty so it's belt2ass for her
I let you hit it after that just pass the blunt
Aggressive with it i'm the type to pass on punt
And when I make a video you know who shot it
You made an album it was decent I forgot it
You try that shit on one my homies imma swat it
I'm sonning niggas what they know I prolly taught it
If I step out the crib in it I prolly bought it
My homie throw the oop to me I prolly caught it
See I been waiting for the moment I been plotting
These niggas hate to see me win but steady watching
This ain't no 87 when we pumping gas
You did some slimy shit and you don't get a pass
Why shorty tweaking bout some shit that's in my past
If i'm top 2 i ain't the type to finish last
You talking crazy but a nigga never asked
This hoodie new so watch the blunt before you ash
My niggas ran off on the plug just like the flash
I keep my money digital so f*ck the stash
Ha Ha
I ain't f*cking with her cus lil shorty she a bop bop
Niggas steady telling that lil boy oh he a cop cop
I call up them niggas they gon let the tooly fah fah
Y'all be hyping heads she decent with it she not fye fye
Y'all sound like a baby talking up with all that rah rah
Hit it from the back she call me daddy i'm her papa
If I slide with Wiic he never miss go dadadada
They say rip so rest in piss you better watch out
Told that bitch you better log out
Pressing me for verses told that nigga better watch out
I'm on my own timing
Pull in watch the tape I got the mixes
Make the pope watch em
I don't hang with fishes niggas bitches
They gon float prolly
Like what you know bout it
Ha Ha
Coolin off the meds that boy be jocing to his papa
I get tye hot, he bussing in, you hear that rah rah
I dpn't bang no C's but when we rolling, hear dat fah fah
Chill at five guys
Ebby, tye, tino, khi
Niggas rollin five fives
High rise, smoking off this pack I got a ghost eye
My hittas know guys, like more flies
Gotta curb for shordy, no gnats in my ride
Uh, uh
Shit get wicked
I don't wrap my weed need bigger blunts this wood hitting
Better pay my verse get upgraded my build different
I just spent some vc on the arm my shot swishing
Writer: Mikaili Ingram, Kee Vo
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid