Him Song Lyrics

Uh
It's recordin'?
It's recordin'?
(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav) It's been recordin'?
Bet, keep everything
Uh, let's go
Let's go, ayy

I told a bitch I'm him, quit playin'
Tryna ride with a boss? Well, bitch, get in
Said I stay on the road like the Michelin Man
Put an M on your head like a Michigan fan
Ayy, I'm ballin' so hard, I might hoop when I land
I be ready to dump, I might shoot through my pants
Been on the block, boy, but we just shoot, we don't dance
If my opp get locked, put suits on his ass

Shoot my opp that suit, what you mean? That's a case
What that is in your pants? What you mean? This a Drac'
Bitch, I don't got friends, all my niggas some apes
Bitch, I don't got friends, all my niggas gorilla
Thirty racks on me, ridin' 'round with a killer
Big-ass bale same size as a pillow
Real ice on my neck, ho hug me and shiver
Poured an eight up in Austin, change the color of the river

Real Wock', I'll turn a bitch purple
Say I drip like a pastor, I'm servin' the ushers
Say she ain't gotta clock in, but I'm workin' her
Bitch, you ain't fuck when I was broke, shit personal