
I Am He Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Certified demon, I'll hop out and squeeze it
He ratted' on his people, he ain't got no cheese
We higher than a genie, she never ever seen it
I flex for no reason, gotta hate your bitch teasing
She drinkin' martini, we headin' up the venus
I brought her down to Neiman's, she never wanna leave it
Lotta diamonds she be freezing
She turn into anemic I fuck her like a demon
I threw a lot of singles
She came back with me
And she draining my D
She ate a lil' E, I gave her to the streets
Two thousand dollar sneaks, I was trappin' ot
We made it increase, lean, makin' me sleep
I fuck her on the beat, I made it to the creek
We ballin' major league, I count a lot of green
We hoppin' in the V, she top me like a genius
I don't never wanna leave it, I was tryin' to stay a week
She high as morphine and she noddin' on scene
Givenchy, my tee, we hardly gon' speak
We rockin' all C's, we in matching Celine
I Get all in between, she told me I'm a beast
We made a n***a sneeze, we airing out the scene
Trust and believe, I am he
Trust and believe, I am he
I keep the bitch in the latest Supreme
I keep the bitch in the latest Supreme
That lil' bitch found out that I was he
And she know I don't even wear Supreme
But that lil' shit make her turn to a freak
And whenever she done, she gon' clean it up neat
We rollin' up marshmallow by the oz
I'm he, yeah, I'm he
I'm he, I'm he
I got your girl on her knees
Young nigga riding around town with the thunder
Nick cannon with bands, wildin' out like a drummer
We hop out on the curb and we leave a nigga under
These little niggas birds, I ain't talkin' bout stunna
She thinkin' she got one up, she's stuck inside the gutter
Gotta keep a cutter, runnin' up the numbers
These niggas bustas', Michael Myers style cut em
Your girl my butler, stupid mother fucker
It was a real good summer, ate me like supper
You really my son, never was a runner
You know we backin' out a gun, a nigga, try to run up
You ain't one of them ones, lil' n***a just a fronter
I run it up a ton, and hit your baby mother
Certified demon, I'll hop out and squeeze it
He ratted' on his people, he ain't got no cheese
We higher than a genie, she never ever seen it
I flex for no reason, gotta hate your bitch teasing
She drinkin' martini, we headin' up the venus
I brought her down to Neiman's, she never wanna leave it
Lotta diamonds she be freezing
She turn into anemic I fuck her like a demon
I threw a lot of singles
She came back with me
And she draining my D
She ate a lil' E, I gave her to the streets
Two thousand dollar sneaks, I was trappin' ot
We made it increase, lean, makin' me sleep
I fuck her on the beat, I made it to the creek
We ballin' major league, I count a lot of green