I'm Him!
Yeah
(Why these niggas keep playing like I ain't him?)
Whoa
Yeah (Why these niggas keep playing like I ain't him?)
I ain't know that was your boo
Fuckin' her three ways, been knockin' the boots (woo)
These niggas feel me 'cause they bitches feel me
They already know she gon' choose (whoa)
One of my brothers sip Goose
One of my brothers sip juice (ooh-ooh)
One of my brothers the truth (whoa), he get you gone for a few (yeah)
To the fuck shit, I'm immune (whoa)
Keep to the shit, I'm in tune (ha, whoa)
Play with me, bitch, you is doomed (whoa)
Hot like the middle of June (whoa)
Why these niggas keep playing like I ain't him? (Like I ain't him)
Why these niggas keep playing like I ain't him? (Like I ain't him)
Been around shooters before I ever seen my first rim (whoa, whoa, yeah, whoa)
Still remember that day, I ran up my first ten (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)
(Yeah) bitch keep saying she know me, I told her my real name Jimmy
Got to stop fuckin' up my enemies, when I need to swap my semis (woo)
Checking the mail, new photo just hit so I'm talkin' 'bout twin-zy
Tryna run off with them blues
We coming to check your chin-zy (yeah!)
These bullets his and hers and theirs, I think they Gen-Z (yeah)
She like, "What's my name?" I said, "I think it's MacKenzie" (yeah)
Only keep forty-five rounds in the drum of my semi (yeah)
Bros fall out but fuck it, I guess that just be the envy (whoa, whoa)
Too many hoes up, no, got to get back to the DMV (whoa, whoa)
Too many whips back home, God damn, I hate the DMV (whoa, whoa)
She tryna eat me up, at least that's what she DM me (whoa, whoa)
Tour finna drain me out
Niggas wan' stain me out (whoa, yeah, whoa)
I never shoot back, I shoot first
Won't no nigga take me out (ha, yeah)
I don't do get-backs, I do worse, so you finna hate me now
I ain't know that was your boo
Fuckin' her three ways, been knockin' the boots
These niggas feel me 'cause they bitches feel me
They already know she gon' choose (whoa, yeah, whoa)
One of my brothers sip Goose
One of my brothers sip juice (oh-whoa)
One of my brothers the truth, he get you gone for a few (yeah)
To the fuck shit, I'm immune
Keep to the shit, I'm in tune (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Play with me, bitch, you is doomed (woo)
Hot like the middle of June (oh-whoa, whoa)
Why these niggas keep playing like I ain't him? (whoa, whoa)
Why these niggas keep playing like I ain't him?
(Whoa, oh-whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, oh-whoa, whoa, yeah)
(Why these niggas keep playing like I ain't him?)
Whoa
Yeah (Why these niggas keep playing like I ain't him?)
I ain't know that was your boo
Fuckin' her three ways, been knockin' the boots (woo)
These niggas feel me 'cause they bitches feel me
They already know she gon' choose (whoa)
One of my brothers sip Goose
One of my brothers sip juice (ooh-ooh)
One of my brothers the truth (whoa), he get you gone for a few (yeah)
To the fuck shit, I'm immune (whoa)
Keep to the shit, I'm in tune (ha, whoa)
Play with me, bitch, you is doomed (whoa)
Hot like the middle of June (whoa)
Why these niggas keep playing like I ain't him? (Like I ain't him)
Why these niggas keep playing like I ain't him? (Like I ain't him)
Been around shooters before I ever seen my first rim (whoa, whoa, yeah, whoa)
Still remember that day, I ran up my first ten (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)
(Yeah) bitch keep saying she know me, I told her my real name Jimmy
Got to stop fuckin' up my enemies, when I need to swap my semis (woo)
Checking the mail, new photo just hit so I'm talkin' 'bout twin-zy
Tryna run off with them blues
We coming to check your chin-zy (yeah!)
These bullets his and hers and theirs, I think they Gen-Z (yeah)
She like, "What's my name?" I said, "I think it's MacKenzie" (yeah)
Only keep forty-five rounds in the drum of my semi (yeah)
Bros fall out but fuck it, I guess that just be the envy (whoa, whoa)
Too many hoes up, no, got to get back to the DMV (whoa, whoa)
Too many whips back home, God damn, I hate the DMV (whoa, whoa)
She tryna eat me up, at least that's what she DM me (whoa, whoa)
Tour finna drain me out
Niggas wan' stain me out (whoa, yeah, whoa)
I never shoot back, I shoot first
Won't no nigga take me out (ha, yeah)
I don't do get-backs, I do worse, so you finna hate me now
I ain't know that was your boo
Fuckin' her three ways, been knockin' the boots
These niggas feel me 'cause they bitches feel me
They already know she gon' choose (whoa, yeah, whoa)
One of my brothers sip Goose
One of my brothers sip juice (oh-whoa)
One of my brothers the truth, he get you gone for a few (yeah)
To the fuck shit, I'm immune
Keep to the shit, I'm in tune (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Play with me, bitch, you is doomed (woo)
Hot like the middle of June (oh-whoa, whoa)
Why these niggas keep playing like I ain't him? (whoa, whoa)
Why these niggas keep playing like I ain't him?
(Whoa, oh-whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, oh-whoa, whoa, yeah)
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Writer(s): Benjamin Phillips Jr.
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