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I'm Him

 

I'm Him

(альбом: Art Of War - 2021)


So what you want us to do saint? You want us to go get em?
Yeah Nigga
Nah pull up in front of the building man; I wanna get em myself
You hear them gun sounds you know who it is, It's Breezo nigga
Get em yourself?
Uh
Yeah man, get em myself
Stop playing with us we a couple a hunnit up out there too man you know what I'm talkin bout
All that rapper shit get niggas hurt, nigga, Y'all niggas see what the fuck...

Uh, yeah nigga
In the streets bitch I'm top 10
Bitch we not playin any club appearance brung them Glocks in, huh, nigga
How the fuck we win if we was boxed in, huh, nigga
Fuck you do that nigga, huh
Fuck you sayin is you with that?
Cans in the whip this ain't no mutha fuckin 6 pack, nigga
But they on us too, bitch what you wanna do?
Bad rest a make a young nigga look like Uncle Drew, huh
And we dumpin too
Pounds bitch come get a few
Ice on me bitches always askin do I got the flu, huh
George Gervin first son nigga, ice man shit, bitch we pop glicks we tote guns nigga
Get put up with yo son nigga, cause we hunt niggas, strip club, dolla bill, TRUMP niggas, huh
Bitch I'm that one nigga!
(I'm him nigga) (Fuck I'm coming nigga)
Gun shots and police sirens, chasing niggas through they hood for that work like they Frankie Limen
Bitch we armed and violent, muzzles make em silent, bitch I ain't just rhyming, Google it them niggas dying, skillet baking frying pistols bussin bullets flying
Jumping out a whip, I'm sliding, I ain't Matt Ryan, nigga
(Yeah fucking quarterback) (Fuck wrong with these niggas man, gang shit uh)
Semi automatics in the whip, bitch you better dip, niggas walk you down and never met a crip
Call it blick walking, sick shit, we joint sparkin, huh
Not the one for coughing, cracking cans like Steve Austin, huh
Better turn up for ya mans nigga, we ain't playing with em, bitch say she love em she be dead with em
My eyes red from smoking dead niggas, that's what I said nigga, still smoking...cause he dead nigga, huh
Just to let you know any niggas getting fouled a meet this technical the tuba thang how weapons blow huh
Pint after pint, left after right
Snatch a nigga wife 100 thou tonight, nigga
You playing with yo life, nigga

If there's anyone here that don't wanna get murdered
Get the fuck out

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