Who Is Him Lyrics

Ayy, mama told me I was destined' for this shit Whole lotta killers where I'm from, so bitch, you better keep your stick

Ayy, remember we was hungry, nigga, bitch, we had to hit a lick

Now we eatin' good, it's off the muscle, this shit off the strength

Picked up the mic and I start rappin', nigga, they like, who is him?

glock 21, this bitch start dunkin', nigga, bitch, I feel like Tim

50 boys, they ballin' hard, my shooters jumpin' out the gym Before you hop up in that water, better make sure your ass can swim

Every time I pop out, bitch, I'm fly as hell, lil' bitch, I'm trim'

Yeah, nigga, try and play with gang, them hollow tips gon' break a limb

I swear to God, I love my K, I treat that lil' bitch like it's Kim Yeah, big boy Glock, this bitch a .40, call this bitch a Sean Kemp

Ayy, when we shoot, we shoot to kill, nigga, we don't do attempts Trappin' out my mama house, I put them P's up in the vents

Turn the dime bag to a half, I turn the half bag to a zip Got all these blues up in my pocket, nigga, think, I bang with Crips

Ayy, goin' fast around that curb, I damn near died, I damn near flipped Yeah, all this shit, it's off the top, I swear to God, this shit ain't script

Ayy, see my opp outside in public, bitch, I swear to God, he getting spilled' How many times I gotta tell y'all that this 50, shit, for real

Gon' pop a opp just like a perc, bitch, I'm a, addict it give' me thrills Ayy, tryna make it with this rap shit, gon' move my family up in the hills

Nigga, start to hate, bitch, I feel like Baby Drill Ayy, free lil' Dios out that box, we in the cut with Baby Drill

Shoutout Rekk, bitch, that's my brother, we STK, we shoot to kill Ayy, hop out game, we shoot shit up, we walk, shit down, get in the field

Ayy, tryna make it with this rap shit, gon' move my family up in the hills Ayy, how many times I gotta tell y'all that it's 50, shit, for real

How many times I gotta tell y'all that it's 50, shit, for real