21 Savage’s “HA” is a Cold, Boast-Heavy Atlanta Trap Anthem
Released on December 2025, “HA” serves as the commanding opening track on 21 Savage’s surprise fourth studio album, WHAT HAPPENED TO THE STREETS?.
The single immediately reinstates 21 Savage’s signature, icy presence, utilizing a hard-hitting Atlanta trap style characterized by a dark, minimalist instrumental and heavy 808s.
Masterfully produced by Zaytoven, the track features his classic piano-driven, menacing beat, providing a wide-open space for 21 Savage’s deadpan, aggressive delivery.
Lyrically, the song is a pure assertion of dominance, with 21 Savage flexing his immense wealth, influence, and unwavering street authenticity.
He aggressively contrasts his real-life experiences with the perceived artificiality of modern rap, directly calling out weaker rappers who lack genuine credibility and mocking their status with the dismissive “ha, ha, ha” ad-libs.
The high-concept music video visually reinforces these themes of power and street credibility.
Quotable Lyrics:
Woah
300 Blackout’ll pierce a ni**a lung (B*tch)
Tryna touch a B, I’m on a generation run (21)
Cutthroat a ni**a, used to take sh*t 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 a** the blunt (B*tch), tell her hit the Don (B*tch)
Draw down, take your bricks, then walk off laughin’ with my gun (Pu**y)
Put ’em ‘cross my lap and spank the opps like they my sons (21)
Pass her a** the blunt (B*tch), tell her hit the Don (B*tch)
Draw down, take your bricks, then walk off laughin’ with my gun (Pu**y)
Put ’em ‘cross my lap and spank the opps like they my sons (21)
Quarter-brick of work, hit the gas, they try to circle
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**y)
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**y)
Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha (Yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woo (Yeah, yeah, 21, 21)
Tear the pockets off a ni**a 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)
Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha (Yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woo (Yeah, yeah)
I draw down on ni**as just for fun (Pu**y)
He won’t shoot it, so we took his gun
I draw down on ni**as just for fun (Pu**y)
He won’t shoot it, so we took his gun
Brand new MAK-90 with the scope on it (The scope on it)
F**k what he claim, we’ll smoke homie (Smack his a**)
Took him off, he tried to put the folks on me (Police a**)
Ni**a, I can’t put my trust in no woman (Never ever)
F**k what he claim, we’ll smoke homie (Smack his a**)
Took him off, he tried to put the folks on me (Police a**)
Ni**a, 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 jumpin’ like it ain’t no doors on it (21, 21)
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 jumpin’ like it ain’t no doors on it (21, 21)
Glock 40’ll leave you with a suntan (Pu**y)
My brother love finessin’, he a con man (Pu**y)
Shh love killin’, he a gunman (21)
Watch him shoot the M16, ni**a, with one hand (21, 21)
Shh love killin’, he a gunman (21)
Watch him shoot the M16, ni**a, 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**y)
You sittin’ around broke, ni**a, make a plan (21)
How the f**k is you a rapper? You don’t got one fan (The f**k?)
You sittin’ around broke, ni**a, make a plan (21)
How the f**k is you a rapper? You don’t got one fan (The f**k?)
