I Am Him
They said I sound like him (you got me fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I am him, bitch, I am (fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I am him, bitch, I am (fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I am him, bitch, I am (fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I took two blizzies to the head, now I'm booted up
I'm in the Zeebrugge online, I'm too zooted up
I got too many double bags, bitch, I'm looted up
I just left the ATM and I blew it up
I got this lean going through my motherfucking veins (yeah)
I got my racks up, I promise you I'll never change
I got this lean going through my motherfucking veins (yeah)
I got my racks up, I promise you I'll never change
Stacy, why you act so different?
Yes, I am autistic, but I'm also rich
Today we're the top
Today we're the top
Today we're the top
Today we're the top
Bullet to the lip
They said I sound like him (you got me fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I am him, bitch, I am (fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I am him, bitch, I am (fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I am him, bitch, I am (fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I'm inside her mouth like a retainer (yeah)
I just called my lawyer and I put him on retainer (yeah)
My wallet a library, I got too much paper (yeah)
I have too many sons, wait, hold up, I'm in labor (wait, wait)
Blueprint, I'm the motherfucking prototype (yeah)
They throw shade but I'm who they wanna be like (aha, aha)
Blueprint, I'm the motherfucking prototype (yeah)
They throw shade but I'm who they wanna be like (aha, aha)
I like my cup like I like my pack smelling, pissy
I made ten thousand just for a sixteen (yeah)
She on her knees but we not in the Sistine (yeah)
Bitch she a liqour 'til she wanna lick me (yeah)
I won't stop 'til they put me in first (I start it, start it)
I like to Russian music Bella Poarch (I start it, start it)
I got swagger coming out my pores (I started this)
I got monogram Christian Dior (I started this)
I put down the blues but won't put down my cup
I got Christian Louis but I don't pay too much
My new bitch come in twos, I'm talking 'bout my cup
I know my money loose because I threw it up
They said I sound like him (you got me fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I am him, bitch, I am (fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I am him, bitch, I am (fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I am him, bitch, I am (fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I am him, bitch, I am (fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I am him, bitch, I am (fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I am him, bitch, I am (fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I took two blizzies to the head, now I'm booted up
I'm in the Zeebrugge online, I'm too zooted up
I got too many double bags, bitch, I'm looted up
I just left the ATM and I blew it up
I got this lean going through my motherfucking veins (yeah)
I got my racks up, I promise you I'll never change
I got this lean going through my motherfucking veins (yeah)
I got my racks up, I promise you I'll never change
Stacy, why you act so different?
Yes, I am autistic, but I'm also rich
Today we're the top
Today we're the top
Today we're the top
Today we're the top
Bullet to the lip
They said I sound like him (you got me fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I am him, bitch, I am (fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I am him, bitch, I am (fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I am him, bitch, I am (fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I'm inside her mouth like a retainer (yeah)
I just called my lawyer and I put him on retainer (yeah)
My wallet a library, I got too much paper (yeah)
I have too many sons, wait, hold up, I'm in labor (wait, wait)
Blueprint, I'm the motherfucking prototype (yeah)
They throw shade but I'm who they wanna be like (aha, aha)
Blueprint, I'm the motherfucking prototype (yeah)
They throw shade but I'm who they wanna be like (aha, aha)
I like my cup like I like my pack smelling, pissy
I made ten thousand just for a sixteen (yeah)
She on her knees but we not in the Sistine (yeah)
Bitch she a liqour 'til she wanna lick me (yeah)
I won't stop 'til they put me in first (I start it, start it)
I like to Russian music Bella Poarch (I start it, start it)
I got swagger coming out my pores (I started this)
I got monogram Christian Dior (I started this)
I put down the blues but won't put down my cup
I got Christian Louis but I don't pay too much
My new bitch come in twos, I'm talking 'bout my cup
I know my money loose because I threw it up
They said I sound like him (you got me fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I am him, bitch, I am (fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I am him, bitch, I am (fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
I am him, bitch, I am (fucked up, bitch, I'm him)
Credits
Writer(s): Austin Shoemake, Itsoktocry
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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