Текст песни I'M Him - Hollywood Younging

He trying to meet until I drop the location
The money or the bitches which you claiming?
Big body did the dash spaceship
I fucked her friend knowing I ain't shit
Like Salvador Dali pull up I paint shit
That's pussy trash bitch you needa maintain it
She said she hungry pulled it out & ate it
These niggas copy & I know that they pasted

These copy but I know they tryna hate
I got yo bitch calling, calling tryna mate
If he a rat & imma snake he getting ate
12 hours in the stu that's 8 to 8
Road running beating up the interstate
Was down bad but now a nigga eating steak
Get that pack & we gone flip it outta state
I stuffed my pockets now they looking over weight
Real recognize real I ain't recognizing shit when I'm walking
No blower at the show but I brought it in
You be acting like that nigga but i'm really him
Baby yo nigga only balling when in the gym
Why he speaking on the gang he might lose a limb
Thru myself up in the deep but I learned how to swim
My bitch got thick thighs but waist is slim
Pretty bitch slim waist & her ass fat
Why these niggas ask for smoke but they can't match that?
Have the corner pulling up in hazmats
I'll turn his M3 into a hatchback
Snatch her lashes off she asking for her lashes back
Told my bitch to hit the store & get the cashback
Niggas capping on these songs like a snapback
He got PTSD I gave him flashbacks

He got PTSD I gave him flashbacks
He got PTSD I gave him flashbacks
He got PTSD I gave him flashbacks