HIM!

Y'all must believe that I'm really him

Y'all must believe that I'm really him

Y'all must believe that I'm really him

Send it to the lord he made me him

Snot on my nose now I'm wiping it clean

She play this repeatedly cuz she's a fein

Im Millie rocking it's 2016

I fuck a thot with some expensive jeans

Im really him get it by any means

Out in miami I ride with a heater

Can't fuck with these hoes in this city they cheaters

Gallery Dept tee's not for me

Mike Amiri jeans not for me

She got no attitude she not for me

Baddies on baddies on baddies

From addy to addy she coming to daddy

She a fanatic fantastic I'm grabbing her assets the back end is something that you can't imagine I pull out the hatchet that came with attachments I know

Got this one bitch who be thinking I'm out of this planet cuz thats where I sent her to go

Y'all must believe that I'm really him

Y'all must believe that I'm really him

Y'all must believe that I'm really him

Y'all must believe that I'm really him

Y'all must believe that I'm really him

Bitches be saying that I'm really him

Dudes who don't know me yea it's him

Im pushing p without hitting the gym

I be shooting shots above the rim

Get you cut like I'm giving a trim

That tummy tucked but that pussy ain't slim

Ima Demi god with these semi glocks but they twining up so they hitting two blocks with a Bentley truck I'm not ducking my opps

Now I'm pulling up with a villainous and mischievous thot

Im him stop hyping it up

Im him Im him Im him Im him

Got to tell all these bitches enough

Got to tell them that im in the cut

Got to tell em im hitting em up

Got to tell em to pick up the phone

Got to tell them to leave me alone I ain't feeling this shit no more

Y'all must believe that I'm really him

Y'all must believe that I'm really him

Y'all must believe that I'm really him

Y'all must believe that I'm really him

Y'all must believe that I'm really him