Him lyrics

[Intro]
(Stafford, this sh*t fire)

[Chorus]
Glock 23 hit hard like Kimbo
Do homework on n*ggas, I got all your info
Ain't tryna be seen, I blend in like I'm camo
They ain't shootin' back, they just duckin' like limbo
You dissin' on Scoom, stretch 'em out like a limo
b*tch, I'm really him, what you think I ride tint for?
We stunt out the SRT8s and do hits out the low-low
I'm cool on the coupes, I'd rather ride me a four-door

[Verse]
Nine times out of ten, always pop out with toaster
This a 392, so I'm stompin' the motor
Know I'm sippin' on Wock', put a four in my soda
f*ck the opps, 4K, send this b*tch right up
If you ain't got a hundred or better, just shut up
I been on they ass, I ain't never gon' let up
My brand new thick b*tch from the city
My brand new thick b*tch from the city down to set up
Glock 23, it be punchin' likе Tyson
Totin' this switch, ain't no need for no fightin'
All of my b*tches come nasty and trifling
Dog on the SRT8s, but I ain't got no licеnse
I know a lot of these n*ggas don't like me
Signed me a deal, now I'm Slick Almighty
Look at my chain and my watch, I'm icy
Where the opps at? Tryna check 'em, Nike
[Chorus]
Glock 23 hit hard like Kimbo
Do homework on n*ggas, I got all your info
Ain't tryna be seen, I blend in like I'm camo
They ain't shootin' back, they just duckin' like limbo
You dissin' on Scoom, stretch 'em out like a limo
b*tch, I'm really him, what you think I ride tint for?
We stunt out the SRT8s and do hits out the low-low
I'm cool on the coupes, I'd rather ride me a four-door