Himothy

Damn, son, where'd you find this?
Ever since YRN, I've been talkin' my shit, nigga
Been led up, been chained up, nigga
This shit don't change us, nigga
We've been through a lot of fuck shit, nigga
But we gon' change back, just like this, nigga (yeah)

Let me get my shit together, I got a jugg to catch (jugg)
Fuck nigga always sayin' we together want to be apart of the flex (shit)
Y'all niggas outside tellin' on somethin', makin' citizens arrest (woo)
I told the gang, "We gon' eat forever"I'll never let 'em starve to death" (forever)

Quavo, how you manifest? 'Cause I'm him in the flesh (him)
In the same breath I can show 'em how to scam American Express (swipe)
I'm tired of you talkin' 'bout him (I'm tired), please, let my nephew rest (please)
Since ain't nobody doin' nothin', shit, fuck it, all of 'em gettin' pressed (brr)

Shut it down, baby shut it down, Huncho, shut it down, it's a mess
Lil' bitty bitch want me hit it and take her to pound town, meet me at UPS
Don't come around it, if you stand down, since you stand down, get a check
Got this shit out the mud, lil' nigga, if I get low, shit, I'm makin' it stretch

Drop-dead fresh like the met, yeah them niggas was at the Met
Cold sweat geeking on a jet, high as fuck geeking, shit
Every night, I pray my niggas don't call collect (brr)
Havin' plenty of dog shit, go DMX (damn, son)

I'm goin' all gold bottles, I'm the North side Shawn Carter (Qua Z)
I didn't take the Marta, 'cause it didn't go to Jimmy Carter (nah)
Trappin' smarter, not harder, scammin' Wells Fargo in a Charger (skrrt)
Want me to show you how to get to the top? Nigga, should've met me at the bottom (for real)

I'll never fall out with a nigga or a bitch over Instagram followers
I call all the Instagram models, tell 'em "Let's take a trip to Cabo" (Carbo)
Shit, I'm poppin' my shit like "Hey, mama, call me Johnny Bravo" (mama)
Yeah, bulletproof the Tahoe, bitch, in the man, macho (macho)

Jump out the gym, nigga, we all trim, makin' a movie ain't shit but film
Bad bitches gon flood my VIP (bad), he havin' so much shit with him (shit)
Please, do not play with him, got shooters in the crib they stay with him (him)
Check in my safe for M (M), yeah, please, go play them

I'ma go and say it, niggas can't fuck with ya man (nah)
Think I'm goin' somewhere? Hell, nah, nigga, I'm stuck with my fans (yeah)
I put blood, sweat and tears, pussy get laid for the brand (laid)
All these cards I've been dealt nigga can't play with my hand, pussy

Everybody know that I'm him (him)
Everybody know that I'm him (I'm him)
Everybody know that I'm him (Himothy)
Everybody know that I'm him (him)
Check the scout report (scout)
Everybody know that I'm him (him)
Ask your bitch, of course (Himothy)
She gon' tell you I'm him (Himothy)

Everybody know that I'm him (I'm him)
Everybody know that I'm him (I'm Himothy)
Everybody know that I'm him (Himothy)
Everybody know that I'm him (him)
Check the scout report (scout)
Everybody know that I'm him (him)
Ask your bitch, of course (Himothy)
She gon' tell you I'm him (Himothy)



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Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Zachary Taylor
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