"Him" lyrics

(Stafford, this shit fire)

Glock 23 hit hard like Kimbo
Do homework on niggas, I got all your info
Ain't tryna be seen, I blend in like I'm camo
They ain't shootin' back, they just duckin' like limbo
You dissin' on Scoom, stretch 'em out like a limo
Bitch, I'm really him, what you think I ride tint for?
We stunt out the SRT8s and do hits out the low-low
I'm cool on the coupes, I'd rather ride me a four-door

Nine times out of ten, always pop out with toaster
This a 392, so I'm stompin' the motor
Know I'm sippin' on Wock', put a four in my soda
Fuck the opps, 4K, send this bitch right up
If you ain't got a hundred or better, just shut up
I been on they ass, I ain't never gon' let up
My brand new thick bitch from the city
My brand new thick bitch from the city down to set up
Glock 23, it be punchin' like Tyson
Totin' this switch, ain't no need for no fightin'
All of my bitches come nasty and trifling
Dog on the SRT8s, but I ain't got no license
I know a lot of these niggas don't like me
Signed me a deal, now I'm Slick Almighty
Look at my chain and my watch, I'm icy
Where the opps at? Tryna check 'em, Nike

Glock 23 hit hard like Kimbo
Do homework on niggas, I got all your info
Ain't tryna be seen, I blend in like I'm camo
They ain't shootin' back, they just duckin' like limbo
You dissin' on Scoom, stretch 'em out like a limo
Bitch, I'm really him, what you think I ride tint for?
We stunt out the SRT8s and do hits out the low-low
I'm cool on the coupes, I'd rather ride me a four-door