I’m Him lyrics

Skit: So what you want us to do saint? You want us to go get em?
600Breezy: Yeah n*gga
Skit: Nah pull up in front of the building man; I wanna get em myself
600Breezy: You hear them gun sounds you know who it is, It’s Breezo n*gga
Skit: Get em yourself?
600Breezy: Uh
Skit: Yeah man, get em myself
600Breezy: Stop playing with us we a couple a hunnit up out there too man you know what I’m talkin bout
All that rapper sh*t get n*ggas hurt, n*gga, Y’all n*ggas see what the f*ck...
Verse 1:
Uh, Yeah n*gga
In the streets b*tch I’m top 10
b*tch we not playin any club appearance brung them Glocks in, huh, n*gga
How the f*ck we win if we was boxed in, huh, n*gga
f*ck you do that n*gga, Huh
f*ck you sayin is you with that?
Cans in the whip this ain’t no mutha f*ckin 6 pack, n*gga
But they on us too, b*tch what you wanna do?
Bad rest a make a young n*gga look like Uncle Drew, Huh
And we dumpin too, Pounds b*tch come get a few, Ice on me b*tches always askin do I got the Flu, Huh
George Gervin first son n*gga, ice man sh*t, b*tch we pop glicks we tote guns n*gga
Get put up with yo son n*gga, cause we hunt n*ggas, strip club, dolla bill, TRUMP n*ggas, Huh
b*tch I’m that one n*gga!
(I’m him n*gga) (f*ck I’m coming n*gga)
Gun shots and police sirens, chasing n*ggas through they hood for that work like they Frankie Limen
b*tch we armed and violent, muzzles make em silent, b*tch I ain’t just rhyming, Google it them n*ggas dying, skillet baking frying pistols bussin bullets flying
Jumping out a whip, I’m sliding, I ain’t Matt Ryan, n*gga
(Yeah f*cking quarterback) (f*ck wrong with these n*ggas man, gang sh*t uh)
Semi automatics in the whip, b*tch you better dip, n*ggas walk you down and never met a crip
Call it blick walking, sick sh*t, we joint sparkin, Huh
Not the one for coughing, cracking cans like Steve Austin, Huh
Better turn up for ya mans n*gga, we ain’t playing with em, b*tch say she love em she be dead with em
My eyes red from smoking dead n*ggas, that’s what I said n*gga, still smoking...cause he dead n*gga, huh
Just to let you know any n*ggas getting fouled a meet this technical the tuba thang how weapons blow huh
Pint after pint, left after right
Snatch a n*gga wife 100 thou tonight, n*gga
You playing with yo life, n*gga
Skit: If there’s anyone here that don’t wanna get murdered “Get the f*ck out”