REALLY HIM, Pt. 2 Lyrics

I can't apologize to these hoes, bitch, my heart's sore

I've been up a mile for a while, I might go on tour

You claim that I'm cocky, you just like me, but a backdoor

Either way it goes, I'm a shooter, I'm an upscorer

I put the R in rick, all this stalking got you hit

I ain't fucked you in some months, had you fiending for the yeah

A-Links trousers fit me slick, she said, bae, you look a lit

And that pussy got me weak, she want Bottega for the flick

Yeah, your pussy must hit or something, Bottega your fit or something

Told the little bitch, just tighten up, put it in the RICK, made her brighten up

Now she hop on the dick like double-dutch, yeah, put lean in the Ice-T kay

Got a whole crew killin', yeah, them niggas are armed and dangerous

Yeah, 9-11 and the bitch stainless, put a rubber on the muzzle

Had to kill a nigga painless, huh, 15 shots in the 19

Put a dick on the Glock, yeah, and I got a red beams

Yeah, fries with a two-piece, I don't eat red beans

Yeah, and I keep shooters, you can say I'm with the Dream Team, bad bitch with me, you can say she with the Cream Team

100 racks on me, nigga, I don't drink green, yeah, Sprouts with the steak, nigga, I don't eat green beans

Made a work for the dick, now I got the hoe feenin', on top of the stars on bars

I'm rich, I'm addicted to cars, I ran up a mill doing SARs

Yeah, got a COVID test, then I made 20 bands, double up, 40 racks, make you do the running man

Yeah, I lend a little hand to my right hand, Somali little bitch, she do the lil rain dance

Yeah, try to rob me, you gon' need ten plans, and I fall off a sacs, ain't gon' spend 10 bands

I can't apologize to these hoes, bitch, my heart's sore

I've been up a mile for a while, I might go on tour

You claim that I'm cocky, you just like me, but a backdoor

Either way it goes, I'm a shooter, I'm an upscorer

I put the R in rick, all this stalking got you hit

I ain't fucked you in some months, had you fiending for the yeah

A-Links trousers fit me slick, she said, bae, you look a lit

And that pussy got me weak, she want Bottega for the flick, huh

She want Bottega for the flick, ay

Hot top kicks, I can't get a hold of this bitch

Might just leave, might just get control of this bitch

I won't end, she want Prada, she my twin

Coco skin, I want in, I might Gucci Louis her fit

Got a lot of love for this RICK, that's my twin

Got a lot of love for this stick, got a lot of love for my city

Had a lot of love for this brick, she on ten

Put her on a Molly, now she fucking her friend

Bae, you freaky, told her do it again

She black Barbie, I'm not Ken, we rock VV for the win, yeah

A-Lix with that VV, got me right, yeah

And my bitch from Amsterdam, I hit her up on Skype, yeah

AMEX Delta card when I swipe it for the flight

Bitch, I'm him, ho, I'm pipe

I can't apologize to these hoes, bitch, my heart's sore

I've been up a mile for a while, I might go on tour

You claim that I'm cocky, you just like me, but a backdoor

Either way it goes, I'm a shooter, I'm an upscorer

I put the R in rick, all this stalking got you hit

I ain't fucked you in some months, had you fiending for the yeah

A-Links trousers fit me slick, she said, bae, you look a lit

And that pussy got me weak, she want Bottega for the flick, huh