Him

Uh

It recordin'?

It recordin'?

Aye, let that shit ride, Tav

It been recordin'?

Better keep err'thing

Uh, let's go

Let's go, aye

I told a bitch I'm him, quit playin'

Tryna ride with a boss? Well, bitch, get in

Said I stay on the road like the Michelin Man

Put an M on your head like a Michigan fan

Aye, I'm ballin' so hard, I might hoop when I land

I be ready to dump, I might shoot through my pants

Been on the block, boy, but we just shoot, we don't dance

If my opp get locked, put suits on his ass

Shoot my opp that suit

Whatchu mean? That's a case

What that is in your pants?

Whatchu mean? This a Drac'

Bitch, I don't got friends, all my **** some apes

Bitch, I don't got friends, all my **** gorillas

Thirty racks on me, ridin' 'round with a killer

Big-ass bale same size as a pillow

Real ice on my neck, ho hug me and shiver

Poured an eight up in Austin, change the color of the river

Real Wock', I'll turn a bitch purple

Say I drip like a pastor, I'm servin' the ushers

Say she ain't gotta clock in, but I'm workin' her

Bitch, you ain't fuck when I was broke, shit personal

Hop out with two straps, feel like I'm Urkel

Aye, hop out with two straps just like a dyke be

My **** ballin', y'all **** sideline, Spike Lee

**** act gangster, but sweeter than iced tea

I told a bitch I'm him, quit playin'

Tryna ride with a boss? Well, bitch, get in

Said I stay on the road like the Michelin Man

Put an M on your head like a Michigan fan

Aye, I'm ballin' so hard, I might hoop when I land

I be ready to dump, I might shoot through my pants

Been on the block, boy, but we just shoot, we don't dance

If my opp get locked, put suits on his ass

I told a bitch I'm him, quit playin'

Tryna ride with a boss? Well, bitch, get in

Said I stay on the road like the Michelin Man

Put an M on your head like a Michigan fan

Aye, I'm ballin' so hard, I might hoop when I land

I be ready to dump, I might shoot through my pants

Been on the block, boy, but we just shoot, we don't dance

If my opp get locked, put suits on his ass

Hit his block with drums, shit sound like a band

And this money I'm tryna get quicker than sand

Real hustler, I hope you can get what I'm sayin'

After the show, gotta have ass to get on this van

I say ya gotta have ass to get on this Sprinter

Gotta have ass

Countin' paper, then caught me a splinter

And don't think shit sweet, ain't nothin' here Splenda

I'm gettin' money every day, newer paper than printers

Aye, say I'm on they ass like suspenders

And he be in the house like he on suspension

And the stick in my pants, that the reason I'm limpin'

Just like McCaffery, sneakers be Christian

We fire, roll the 'Wood, double cup what I'm missin'

My lil' partners got IM, them young **** gifted

So many rods in this bitch like we finna go fishin'

Before I went to prom, I went on a mission

Before I went in the bathroom, went in the kitchen

Learned how to count money 'fore I learned how to spell

I'm rockin' water, bumped into a whale

The finesser, I could sell dope to a scale

The finesser, I could sell hay to a scarecrow

Aye, I could sell PC to Metro

Might just sell a ball to LaMelo

Heard you broke, can't bond out, jammed like Jell-O

Jammed like Jell-O

These **** jammed like Jell-O

Aye, aye

Bump in your ho, I tell the bitch hello

You feel me?

Aye, said bump in your ho, I tell the bitch hello

Aye

Play and get rolled like a 'rello, gang