I’m Him lyrics

[Verse]
Anytime, I murder man
All my opps, get popped, if you the one on spot, we the ones probably whacked they mans
These n*ggas know I'ma swing my door, I ain't shooting out sh*t, I'ma hop out and blam
Kicking these hoes out them spot, trying to send my drop, doing hoes like Martin did Pam
Uh, yeah
Spin out a foreign, do a drill out a Lamb'
n*gga, quit calling me blood, I am not your cuz, n*gga, I am not your fam
Last opp got caught, got his ass knocked off, I heard he died on cam
Caught his ass making a play and I blew my Drac, dumbass died for a gram
Damn, got motion for real, I don't even got to scam
Before I started doing this rapping, I was outside, I was clapping, these n*ggas know who I am
I know a n*gga got shot but his ass ain't clock, he lucky the Glock had jammed
Tired of the SRT's, keep getting these speeds, we finna drill out the Ram
Damn, uh
Pulled up VP and I jumped out trim
Can name five n*ggas we shot 'fore rap, I was hot, ain't that why he drowned, can't swim
I'm in the hills with dank, smoking sh*t that stink. n*gga play, we gon' shoot off a limb
Dumb b*tch asked who am I, she must be high, I told that b*tch, I'm him
Yeah, uh
n*gga gon' die if they say we into it
Before all the SRT's, like 2016, n*gga, I was doing hits out a Buicl
Ran up racks just to pay for hats, all the opps gon' die, I don't care about music
Whoever told the opps to beef with us, need to kill his ass, he a bad influence
Came throuh the opps sh*t late, start shooting
Spotted the opps, saw my face and he poodle
Gave him a gun and that n*gga ain't use it
These n*ggas cat, pus*y, coochie
Mismatching the Prada, Amira, and Gucci
Freak ass ho suck di*k like Suki
Young fly n*gga lick sh*t like Lucci
Chrome heart sh*t, I ain't wearing no Coogi
Uh, yeah
Bad ass b*tch but she act too boujee
Light skin b*tch, she pretty and slim in the waist, my new b*tch favor Karrueche
b*tch keep talking about a BBL, I ain't tricking on sh*t, bae, you f*cking with Screwly
I'll go pay for a hat and get bro out the cell 'fore I'll go buy a b*tch a booty
f*ck Netflix and chill, rather f*ck her to Toosii
If we ain't having straight, we'll spin out a hooptie
Set it off in this b*tch, catch a beat like I'm Boosie
Now I'm paying for hats, still'll come through shooting
Opp n*ggas be hoes, they act like groupies
Fall on the ground, don't stop, keep shooting
Take 12 on chase, we don't stop, ain't losing
n*gga thought we was cool, take his pipe, we fooled him