him

Uh
Its recordin?
Its recordin?
(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav) Its been recordin?
Bet, keep everything
Uh, lets go
Lets go, ayy
I told a bitch Im 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
Ayy, Im 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 dont dance
If my opp get locked, put suits on his ass
Shoot my opp that suit, what you mean? Thats a case
What that is in your pants? What you mean? This a Drac
Bitch, I dont got friends, all my niggas some apes
Bitch, I dont got friends, all my niggas gorilla
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, Ill turn a bitch purple
Say I drip like a pastor, Im servin the ushers
Say she aint gotta clock in, but Im workin her
Bitch, you aint fuck when I was broke, shit personal
Hop out with two straps, feel like Im Urkel
Ayy, hop out with two straps just like a dyke be
My niggas ballin, yall niggas sideline, Spike Lee
Niggas act gangster, but sweeter than iced tea
I told a bitch Im 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
Ayy, Im 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 dont dance
If my opp get locked, put suits on his ass
I told a bitch Im 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
Ayy, Im 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 dont dance
If my opp get locked, put suits on his ass
Hit his block with drums, shit sound like a band
And this money Im tryna get quicker than sand
Real hustler, I hope you can get what Im sayin
After the show, gotta have ass to get on this van
I say gotta have ass to get on this Sprinter (Gotta have ass)
Countin paper, then caught me a splinter
And dont think shit sweet, aint nothin here Splenda
Im gettin money every day, newer paper than printers
Ayy, say Im on they ass like suspenders
And he be in the house like he on suspension
And the stick in my pants, thats the reason Im limpin
Just like McCaffery, sneakers be Christian
We fire, roll the Wood, double cup what Im missin
My lil partners got aim, them young niggas gifted
Somany 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
Im rockin water, bumped into a whale
The finesser, I could sell dope to a scale
The finesser, I could sell hay to a scarecrow
Ayy, I could sell PC to Metro
Might just sell a ball to LaMelo
Heard you broke, cant bond out, jammed like Jell-O
Jammed like Jell-O
These niggas jammed like Jell-O
Ayy, ayy
Bump into your ho, I tell the bitch hello
You feel me?
Ayy, said bump into your ho, I tell the bitch hello
Ayy
Play and get rolled like a rello , gang