Who Is Him

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