HIM. (feat. KVNG TY, Slickkai, Sir Sharles & Ja'Mier) [Remix]

I don't know what you been told
Everything I touch is gold
Play your cards, I'll make 'em fold
Bitch I'm him, and that's fasho
Keep your distance, you too close
I'm too fresh from head to toe
Run up bitch, I bet you won't
Lil bitch, I'm him, and that's fasho

Been that bitch, never had a point to prove
In my own lane, don't see how you bitches get it confused
So unoriginal, they really get twisted more than screws
I'm Multi-faceted, 3 million on my belt, check the views
Stop the comparison
I'm laughing if you think you can compete, that shit's embarrassing
I'm headed to the top, my oppositions back pedaling
I'm winning never settling
The way I'm in demand is so on brand
Legendary Status developing

Treating outside, like I'm in my own home
Cut a rug on your stage, barely got no clothes on
This is my world, guess you're welcomed to roam
Got ya faves divided attention like infinity stones
They clapping for me now
I can tell that they wanna see me fail
You can try to stop me now
Rest assured that I'll always be prepared

Out let the beast
Out let the power and out let the streets
Out let my ego who love to decease
Bitches who bitch, and who love to deceit
Full of bullshit, I don't fuck with no lames
Junior coming with the heat, on the charts, no tank
Bitches better gas 'em up, nigga he the propane
We ain't in the HOV lane, cause we got our own lane, go figure, hoe

I'm him bitch, I'm a pronoun
I ain't 12, but I make these bitches slow down
You's a loser, baby boomer
Hating on me, I'm different from what you used to
They hate me, man they should've hated sooner
'Cause now I'm shitting on all of my consumers
And if they come up to my face with a rumor
I'ma let the glock sing like Junior

I don't know what you been told
Everything I touch is gold
Play your cards, I'll make 'em fold
Bitch I'm him, and that's fasho
Keep your distance, you too close
I'm too fresh from head to toe
Run up bitch, I bet you won't
Lil bitch, I'm him, and that's fasho

Let's get a clear understanding, 'cause I think bitches got confused
You ain't working you ain't eating, mentality been snoozed
Yeah, my hunger shine the brightest, so how could I ever lose?
You still in the same shoes? Kiki wit the same crew?
Every option available, he make sure I never gotta choose
Better ask about me, if I start it bitch I'm gon' conclude
Is yo name big Latto? Then don't be acting brand new
Like Aviators in Miami, Fletcher seeing right through

Juju been HIM, bitch I been HER
All these bitches is some inserts, my wrist on winter
Basically done built these bitches
Giving jobs out like a contractor
That bitch wanna be me so bad, she became a actor
I never had to do the most, that's what you here for
I came up in the game, I'm kickin' doors and bustin' windows
(And Mr. Fletcher always stay up on his P's) well, that's just it though
Like Cinderellas slipper, keep bitches below my big toe

Which nigga you know coming harder than I did
10 in the face, so niggas jump on my privates
Niggas know I tease, this body banging the B's
You would think we playing tag the way I'm making 'em freeze
Got the low dunks on my feet right now
Bitch I'm him, everybody take a seat right now
I see right now, you bitches thought you ate shit down
I hear a lot of hoes gossip, but them raps still mild

I guess I'm way too damn conceited
I'm cold but never anemic
If I send yo ass a song and you tank it, that shit deleted
Niggas hate that I'm so confident
Boy you know I been dominant
The difference in our skill is like flying to different continents
Damn, like did you catch that
Half these niggas proud as fuck to be somebody's cum rag
Man these hoes down bad
Pop these bitches faster than a price tag
Bitch I know I'm him, that shit deserve a fucking hashtag
Yeah

I don't know what you been told
Everything I touch is gold
Play your cards, I'll make 'em fold
Bitch I'm him, and that's fasho
Keep your distance, you too close
I'm too fresh from head to toe
Run up bitch, I bet you won't
Lil bitch, I'm him, and that's fasho