HIM

Took a piss all on your granny grave bitch I know you pissed off
Your bitch sucking my dick
I'm fine to nut I done pissed dawg
Say you sipping wok, I'm sipping lean, fine to drift off
I'm smoking on that loud pack
I'm higher than Young Dolph

Aint nobody rapping how I'm rapping nigga
Nigga might be capping, but my caps ain't never capping nigga
I just spent two k up on my drip, dripped in fashion nigga
If I want a baby knocking up my bestie just for practice nigga
Nigga I am him don't ask no questions
All my niggas steady ready got that forty on my hip there ain't no pressing
Bitches playing full court the way they pressing
Remember all my high school friends and now they pregnant

Niggas claiming bloods, crips, ain't knowing what they repping
Before I die I want to fuck Addison Rae for pleasure
Ain't no telling what's gone happen next I ain't no fortune teller
I be killing niggas on the track no Jeffery Dahmer
I be fucking niggas bitches, they sisters, and mommas
Invested on making a better living for my momma
Fuck the past tense, grief can suck my dick and all the trauma

Aint nobody rapping how I'm rapping nigga
Nigga might be capping, but my caps ain't never capping nigga
I just spent two k up on my drip, dripped in fashion nigga
If I want a baby knocking up my bestie just for practice nigga
Nigga I am him don't ask no questions
All my niggas steady ready got that forty on my hip there ain't no pressing
Bitches playing full court the way they pressing
Remember all my high school friends and now they pregnant

Bitches loving angel numbers give them four hundred and forty-four
Got two bitches in my dm's finna' make them blow for blow
If it's snowing I ain't going even though they suck it best
If you knowing what I'm knowing don't say shit bitch it's for show
Yeah, I got my foot on they neck and a nigga ain't letting up

Yeah, you must thought shit was over but you niggas never catching up
I swear these pussy niggas never pressing us
I'm a give them twenty reasons not to fuck with us
Nigga I am him, go and ask about me
Nigga I am him, go and ask around
Nigga ask your fucking mom about me
Bitch I'm really him know I ain't backing down

Ain't nobody rapping how I'm rapping nigga
Nigga might be capping, but my caps ain't never capping nigga
I just spent two k up on my drip, dripped in fashion nigga
If I want a baby knocking up my bestie just for practice nigga
Nigga I am him don't ask no questions
All my niggas steady ready got that forty on my hip there ain't no pressing
Bitches playing full court the way they pressing
Remember all my high school friends and now they pregnant



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Writer(s): Chris Poythress Jr.
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