Himtro Lyrics

Getting head in the living room with my hand in her kitchen

Every time I drop niggas and bitches come listen

Bars give em' the stank face I'm boiling Chittlens

Gary Payton Za I'm smoking glove in the mitten

I'm Him... Naw really I'm Him

On they head like a brim I been shooting in the gym

By myself I get it in, I'm blessed but not content

And I won't be until I get some Acres and some Ms

Can't no nigga fuck with my muthafuckin' pen

Soon it'll be Cartier on my muthafuckin' wrist

Punchin in like I'm using my muthafuckin' fist

And I'm not gone stop until I'm muthafuckin' rich

This is it, KB is as spicy as it gets

I'll never sweat a bitch but I'll pull a bitch in her sweats

She making the kissy sounds like she trying to call her pet

The only time you outside is when you smoking cigarettes

You can't clone me, but its clones in the basement

This money is like liquor KB has gotta chase it

Not a PlayStation but I'm turned on when she plays me

Before I hit the stu I hit Tracy's like McGrady

Running up presidents KB is campaigning

If yo weed is brown then, I'm a racist

I'm chilling on the pork but I'm bringing home the bacon

I been chilling at Irie so much that I feel Jamaican

So much wax in the wood that it feels like I laced it

Please don't claim me as yo cousin when I make it

We was never on the same basis niggas basic

On the stage when I dance you should really see they faces