"AAAHHHH!!!" lyrics
(feat. Swizz Beatz)
[Busta Rhymes (Swizz Beatz):]
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Woo)
Yeah (Woo)
Yeah (Woo)
Yeah (Woo), look
[Busta Rhymes:]
Niggas want me to bust a rhyme, so ironic
It's Busta Rhymes, so iconic
Niggas can't fuck with the kid, you know the logic
Bounce, duke, you should move 'fore we make it a topic
I'm shitting on niggas to where I need a colonic
Or when I'm showing up and only collecting the profit
Sha-sha-sha, que sera is how I picks it up
Making niggas put holes in the wall is how I rip shit up
Patrón, a lil 'yac and some Kush is how I mix it up
I love the way she gets down on her knees and how she licks it up
The way a nigga give you the shit and how he thinks it up
Look, pardon me, yeah, look, peep how I lift shit up
[Swizz Beatz:]
Woo, yeah, yeah
I just dropped a big bag (Big bag) on a brand new
Ahh (Ahh), yeah
I just pulled up to the club with the top all gone, new
Ahh (Ahh), woo
Went shopping for four days (Four days), ridin' with the— with the
Ahh (Ahh), right? I don't really give a
Ahh (Ahh), now let the beat drop
Clap on, now we gon' clap on
Clap off, clap on, yeah, we gon' clap on
Nigga talking all crazy, the strap all on
Tell my homies clap off from the clap (Let's get it)
[Busta Rhymes:]
Clap off, clap on, bitch see, we back on
Wall in the west wing, hang all my plaques on
I be blacking in this bitch 'til the whole track gone
King Kong, got 'em bouncing off the walls, ping pong
Rolls-Royce Wraith seats I'm resting my back on
Bottles of 1942, getting my drank on
Funny how my mommy say she love my new rap song
How a nigga keep it fresh, Balmain slacks on
Now that's wrong, she ripping off her new black thong
Now she bugging, shorty can't believe the dick that long
Collapse on the couch inside of my mansion
Wish y'all niggas could've really seen my reaction
[Swizz Beatz:]
Woo, yeah, yeah
I just dropped a big bag (Big bag) on a brand new
Ahh (Ahh), yeah
I just pulled up to the club with the top all gone, new
Ahh (Ahh), woo
Went shopping for four days (Four days), ridin' with the— with the
Ahh (Ahh), right? I don't really give a
Ahh (Ahh), now let the beat drop
Clap on, now we gon' clap on
Clap off, clap on, yeah, we gon' clap on
Nigga talking all crazy, the strap all on
Tell my homies clap off from the clap (Let's get it)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Woo)
Yeah (Woo)
Yeah (Woo)
Yeah (Woo), look
[Busta Rhymes:]
Niggas want me to bust a rhyme, so ironic
It's Busta Rhymes, so iconic
Niggas can't fuck with the kid, you know the logic
Bounce, duke, you should move 'fore we make it a topic
I'm shitting on niggas to where I need a colonic
Or when I'm showing up and only collecting the profit
Sha-sha-sha, que sera is how I picks it up
Making niggas put holes in the wall is how I rip shit up
Patrón, a lil 'yac and some Kush is how I mix it up
I love the way she gets down on her knees and how she licks it up
The way a nigga give you the shit and how he thinks it up
Look, pardon me, yeah, look, peep how I lift shit up
[Swizz Beatz:]
Woo, yeah, yeah
I just dropped a big bag (Big bag) on a brand new
Ahh (Ahh), yeah
I just pulled up to the club with the top all gone, new
Ahh (Ahh), woo
Went shopping for four days (Four days), ridin' with the— with the
Ahh (Ahh), right? I don't really give a
Ahh (Ahh), now let the beat drop
Clap on, now we gon' clap on
Clap off, clap on, yeah, we gon' clap on
Nigga talking all crazy, the strap all on
Tell my homies clap off from the clap (Let's get it)
[Busta Rhymes:]
Clap off, clap on, bitch see, we back on
Wall in the west wing, hang all my plaques on
I be blacking in this bitch 'til the whole track gone
King Kong, got 'em bouncing off the walls, ping pong
Rolls-Royce Wraith seats I'm resting my back on
Bottles of 1942, getting my drank on
Funny how my mommy say she love my new rap song
How a nigga keep it fresh, Balmain slacks on
Now that's wrong, she ripping off her new black thong
Now she bugging, shorty can't believe the dick that long
Collapse on the couch inside of my mansion
Wish y'all niggas could've really seen my reaction
[Swizz Beatz:]
Woo, yeah, yeah
I just dropped a big bag (Big bag) on a brand new
Ahh (Ahh), yeah
I just pulled up to the club with the top all gone, new
Ahh (Ahh), woo
Went shopping for four days (Four days), ridin' with the— with the
Ahh (Ahh), right? I don't really give a
Ahh (Ahh), now let the beat drop
Clap on, now we gon' clap on
Clap off, clap on, yeah, we gon' clap on
Nigga talking all crazy, the strap all on
Tell my homies clap off from the clap (Let's get it)
Writer(s): Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith, Avery Jerome William Chambliss
