I'm Him Lyrics

It looks like you lost another one

She let me fuck and cut you off, see I got bragging rights

Paranoid while I'm sleeping, keep my 30 tight

Niggas lacking, bitch we packing, pull up on me, shit get tragic

Hit you in the dome of hollows, you don't even know what happened

Flee the scene, what you mean, you ain't popping shit

Bitch I'm him, and you not this nigga capping shit

Extended clips, we air it out, pussy boy don't run your mouth

While niggas sleeping in the trap, you know we had to run them down

May your brother rest in peace, while niggas always testing me

Can't confess to what I did, cause y'all could have the feds on me

Niggas be pussy and they verses, cause they never seen some shit

But quick to put it in they music, like they really shooting shit

Oh you got switches, oh you be dissing

Rest in shit, Lu, oh you missing

Niggas capping like they ready, leave a scene, won't forget me

Keep it on me at all times, test your luck and walk that line

I ain't scared to air it out, I ain't scared to talk my shit

Leave your mama crying and shit, while she be praying for her kid

I ain't losing on my brothers, I ain't wasting no more time

If I catch the man who sold that shit, his life is on the line

Nigga better do the dash, I'm on your ass, this trigger finger ain't slow

Better watch your back, I'm pushing back, shoot you through your peephole

Can't confess to all this shit, cause there too many fucking rats

I can't really say what happened, but just know we got it back

Back in blood, shiesty shit, empty the mag, replace that bitch

Spin the block, hit the target, let them know that we don't miss

Glock 17 with a rod, beam, we had to pop our shit

Niggas tough over the phone until a nigga run your shit

Oh you got switches, oh you be dissing

Pop a perk, spin the block, why you tripping

Niggas be bitches in yo face they talk that shit when they got space, get it done by myself

Make sure the evidence erased, I can't leave a trace

Like Scarface, this bag on me like 10k, yo yearly make that's one track

No coincidence, no mistake, we walk him down straight to the ground

We make sure that he don't get up, call his mama, let her know that she better come pick him up

Closed caskets, yellow tape, red lights, his place

No prints, no guns, we smooth with it, job done

She let me fuck and cut you off, see I got bragging rights

Paranoid while I'm sleeping, keep my 30 tight

Niggas lackin, bitch, we packing, pull up on me, shit get tragic

Hit you in the dome hollows, you don't even know what happened

Flee the seen what you mean, you ain't popping shit

Bitch, I'm him and you not this nigga cap n shit