I Am He 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