I Am Him

Lyrics

[Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 (Yeah, yeah) I got too many duffel bags, bitch, I'm looted up (It's 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, yeah) 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] I'm inside her mouth like a retainer (Yeah) I just called my lawyer, and I put him on retainer (Yeah) My wallet a library, I got too much paper (Yeah) 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 (Yeah) 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 (Yeah) She on her knees, but we not in the sistine (Yeah) Think she a Lickitung, she wanna lick me (Yeah, yeah) I won't stop 'til they put me in Forbes (Started, started) I like the Russian MILF's and 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 [Chorus] 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