I Am Him lyrics

[Chorus]
They said I sound like him
You got me f*cked up, b*tch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, f*ck that, b*tch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, f*ck that, b*tch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, f*ck that, b*tch, I'm him

[Verse 1]
I took two blizzies to the head, now I'm booted up (Turn up)
I'm in Lizzie McGuire land, I'm too zooted up (Yeah, yeah)
I got too many duffel bags, b*tch, I'm looted up (It's litty)
I just left the ATM and I blew it up
I got this lean going through my motherf*ckin' veins (Yeah)
I got my racks up, I promise you I'll never change (Turn up, yeah)
I got this lean going through my motherf*ckin' veins (Yeah)
I got my racks up, I promise you I'll never change
Stacy, why you act so different?
Yes, I am autistic, but I'm also rich
Today, we're the top
Today, we're the top
Today, we're the top
Today, we're the top
Bullet to the lid

[Chorus]
They said I sound like him
You got me f*cked up, b*tch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, f*ck that, b*tch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, f*ck that, b*tch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, f*ck that, b*tch, I'm him
[Verse 2]
I'm inside her mouth like a retainer (Yeah)
I just called my lawyer and I put him on retainer (Yeah)
My wallet a library, I got too much paper (Yeah)
I have too many sons, wait, hold up, I'm in labor (Wait, wait) Blueprint, I'm the motherf*ckin' prototype (Yeh)
They throw shade but I'm who they wanna be like (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Blueprint, I'm the motherf*cking prototype (Yeah)
They throw shade but I'm who they wanna be like (Uh-huh)
I like my cup like I like my pack smelling, p*ssy
I made ten thousand just for a sixteen (Yeah)
She on her knees but we not in the sistine (Yeah)
Think she a Lickitung, she wanna lick me (Yeah, yeah)
I won't stop 'til they put me in Forbes (Started, started)
I like the way she moving, Bella Poarch (Started, started)
I got swagger coming out my pores (I started this)
I got monogram Christian Dior (I started this)
I put down the blues, but won't put down my cup
I got Christian Loub's, but I don't pray to nothin'
My new b*tch come in twos, I'm talking 'bout my cup
I know my money loose because I threw it up

[Chorus]
They said I sound like him
You got me f*cked up, b*tch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, f*ck that, b*tch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, f*ck that, b*tch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, f*ck that, b*tch, I'm him