HA Lyrics – 21 Savage

Read the full HA lyrics by 21 Savage along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy 21 Savage’s music, you can also explore J.O.W.Y.H (JUMP OUT) and MR RECOUP, two other songs by 21 Savage.

[Intro]
(Zaytoven)
Woah

[Verse 1]
300 Blackout’ll pierce a n!gga lung (B!tch)
Tryna touch a B, I’m on a generation run (21)
Cutthroat a n!gga, used to take s*it for fun (Facts)
My mama always knew she had a badass son, yeah
I’m the type to hit a b!tch and won’t give her a crumb (21)
Pass her ass the blunt (B!tch)
Tell her hit the Don (B!tch)

Draw down, take your bricks, then walk off laughing with my gun (Pu*sy)
Put ’em ‘cross my lap and spank the opps like they my sons (21)
Quarter-brick of work, hit the gas, they try to search (Go)
Four-four-two the hertz, half a ticket for a verse, woah
The diamonds extra large (21)
It make the b!tches flirt (It do)
You ever try the squad, we have you front row at a church (Pu*sy)

[Chorus]
Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha (Yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woo (21, 21)
Tear the pockets off a n!gga jeans (B!tch)
And your steppers ain’t gon’ say a thing
Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha (Yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woo
I draw down on n!gga just for fun (Pu*sy)
He won’t shoot it, so we took his gun

[Verse 2]
Brand new MAK-90 with the scope on it (With the scope on it)
Fu*k what he claim, we’ll smoke homie (Smack his ass)
Took him off, he tried to put the folks on me (Police ass)
N!gga, I can’t put my trust in no woman (Never ever)

Hollows burn your skin, now it’s sores on it (B!tch)
If I gotta move, I put the bros on it (B!tch)
Them sixties be too country, put some fours on it (21)
The spot jumping like it ain’t no doors on it (21, 21)
Glock 40’ll leave your with a suntan (Pu*sy)
My brother love finnessing, he a con man (Pu*sy)
Shh love killing, he a gun man (21)
Watch him shoot the M16, n!gga, with one hand (21, 21)
When I go to the beach, I don’t bring sand (At all)
Stick put you asleep like you pop Xans (Pu*sy)
You sitting around broke, n!gga, make a plan (21)
How the fu*k is you a rapper? You don’t got one fan (The fu*k?)

[Chorus]
Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha (Yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woo (21, 21)
Tear the pockets off a n!gga jeans (B!tch)
And your steppers ain’t gon’ say a thing
Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha (Yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woo
I draw down on n!gga just for fun (Pu*sy)
He won’t shoot it, so we took his gun

[Outro]
One time I hit a lick and I didn’t know how to act
I start laughing when they asked me to bring the money back
One time I hit a lick and I didn’t know how to act
I start laughing when they asked me to bring the money back, ha