"I Am Him" lyrics
They said I sound like him
You got me fucked up, bitch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, fuck that, bitch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, fuck that, bitch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, fuck that, bitch, I'm him
I took two blizzies to the head, now I'm booted up (turn up)
I'm in Lizzie McGuire land, I'm too zooted up (yeh yeh)
I got too many duffle bags, bitch, I'm looted up (its litty)
I just left the ATM and I blew it up
I got this lean going through my motherfuckin' veins (Yeah)
I got my racks up, I promise you I'll never change (turn up, yeh)
I got this lean going through my motherfuckin' veins (Yeah)
I got my racks up, I promise you I'll never change
Stacy, why you act so different
Yes, I am autistic, but I'm also rich
Today we're the top
Today we're the top
Today we're the top
Today we're the top
Bullet to the lid
They said I sound like him
You got me fucked up, bitch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, fuck that, bitch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, fuck that, bitch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, fuck that, bitch, I'm him
I'm inside her mouth like a retainer (Yeh)
I just called my lawyer and I put him on retainer (Yeh)
My wallet a library, I got too much paper (Yeh)
I have too many sons, wait, hold up, I'm in labor (Wait, wait) Blueprint, I'm the motherfuckin' prototype (Yeh)
They throw shade but I'm who they wanna be like (uh-huh uh-huh) Blueprint, I'm the motherfucking prototype (Yeh)
They throw shade but I'm who they wanna be like (uh-huh)
I like my cup like I like my pack smelling, pissy
I made ten thousand just for a sixteen (Yeh)
She on her knees but we not in the sistine (Yeh)
Think she a Lickitung, she wanna lick me (Yeh yeah)
I won't stop 'til they put me in Forbes (started started)
I like she moving, Bella Poarch (started started)
I got swagger coming out my pores (I started this)
I got monogram Christian Dior (I started this)
I put down the blues, but won't put down my cup
I got Christian Loub's, but I don't pray to nothin'
My new bitch come in twos, I'm talking 'bout my cup
I know my money loose because I threw it up
They said I sound like him
You got me fucked up, bitch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, fuck that, bitch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, fuck that, bitch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, fuck that, bitch, I'm him
You got me fucked up, bitch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, fuck that, bitch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, fuck that, bitch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, fuck that, bitch, I'm him
I took two blizzies to the head, now I'm booted up (turn up)
I'm in Lizzie McGuire land, I'm too zooted up (yeh yeh)
I got too many duffle bags, bitch, I'm looted up (its litty)
I just left the ATM and I blew it up
I got this lean going through my motherfuckin' veins (Yeah)
I got my racks up, I promise you I'll never change (turn up, yeh)
I got this lean going through my motherfuckin' veins (Yeah)
I got my racks up, I promise you I'll never change
Stacy, why you act so different
Yes, I am autistic, but I'm also rich
Today we're the top
Today we're the top
Today we're the top
Today we're the top
Bullet to the lid
They said I sound like him
You got me fucked up, bitch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, fuck that, bitch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, fuck that, bitch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, fuck that, bitch, I'm him
I'm inside her mouth like a retainer (Yeh)
I just called my lawyer and I put him on retainer (Yeh)
My wallet a library, I got too much paper (Yeh)
I have too many sons, wait, hold up, I'm in labor (Wait, wait) Blueprint, I'm the motherfuckin' prototype (Yeh)
They throw shade but I'm who they wanna be like (uh-huh uh-huh) Blueprint, I'm the motherfucking prototype (Yeh)
They throw shade but I'm who they wanna be like (uh-huh)
I like my cup like I like my pack smelling, pissy
I made ten thousand just for a sixteen (Yeh)
She on her knees but we not in the sistine (Yeh)
Think she a Lickitung, she wanna lick me (Yeh yeah)
I won't stop 'til they put me in Forbes (started started)
I like she moving, Bella Poarch (started started)
I got swagger coming out my pores (I started this)
I got monogram Christian Dior (I started this)
I put down the blues, but won't put down my cup
I got Christian Loub's, but I don't pray to nothin'
My new bitch come in twos, I'm talking 'bout my cup
I know my money loose because I threw it up
They said I sound like him
You got me fucked up, bitch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, fuck that, bitch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, fuck that, bitch, I'm him
I. A.M. H.I.M, fuck that, bitch, I'm him
Writer(s): Austin Shoemake
