HIM
See that look in his eyes man haha
Runway, thouxan, Figueroa, bands
Chris Clizzy for sure, respect, peace, tech
Hoe I'm him
Don't ever gotta worry 'bout them
Hoe I'm him, don't ever be worried 'bout, uh
Hoe I'm him, don't ever be worried 'bout him
Broke peon, that shit underneath my Tim's
(underneath my feet)
'Dis why I'm hot, real hot boy like I'm him
Thot's in my spot, my momma think I'm pimpin'
Trappin' out my spot
Neighbours keep on trippin'
Parked the car up in the
Kitchen how I'm whippin' (yeah)
Plugged in the socket ain't sinked a
Dollar but they still ship
Walkеd in the spot with 50
Bands they think it's Christmas
Living lavish, niggas don't evеn blemish
Talking 'bout static
Hell nah can't dismiss it
Shit look tragic, your partner how we hit him
Shit these niggas doing for clout
Got wack tryna fit in
It's Runway Richy, choppa hold 250s
With me for the glizzy on your
Neck look like a hickey
I got folders that got twin's they
Got extra clothes be with me
I got Muslim bloods and GDG them
Crews be fucking with me
Had to tax him, finessed him out his benji's
Real outlaw lil baby you
Know I cause infringement
Bit of endightment for that
Shit can't be pretending
Y'all best friend a rat
He pointed his finger towards the bitches
Ay these niggas rat's
Mouse's blood on niggas trippin'
Ain't tryna do no business with
Ya nigga keep your distance
These niggas killing 'bout these bitches
Swear they keep it pimpin'
I'm out in Cali', Bali, nigga
Smoking Scotty Pippen shoutout Chris Clizzy
Your nigga pulling up stay busy
We in Atlanta spread my wings the
Hawk 'coz the falcons with me
Had to dish that hoe because she
Sloppy and she way too tipsy
She know I'm him
Kurt Jackson we ain't shooting 50's
She know I'm him
I'm bright as hell I'm never dim
She know we him, outside like we run the city
She know I'm him
I'm simple but can't be no simp
They knew we them
These 223's gon' leave them limp
Hoe I'm him
Don't ever gotta worry 'bout them
Hoe I'm him, don't ever be worried 'bout, uh
Hoe I'm him, don't ever be worried 'bout him
Broke peon, that shit underneath my Tim's
(underneath my feet)
'Dis why I'm hot, real hot boy like I'm him
Thot's in my spot, my momma think I'm pimpin'
Trappin' out my spot
Neighbours keep on trippin'
Parked the car up in the
Kitchen how I'm whippin' (yeah)
Plugged in the socket ain't sinked a
Dollar but they still ship
Walked in the spot with 50
Bands they think it's Christmas