Him (Damn)

Damn, is that him Damn is that him Damn is that him I just emptied out a bag again Two-door, one whore, gurbing in this Benz She my bitch, she put me on her friends Gold glasses, marble buff the lens 40 blow him up he think he tough She don't want no slow she like it rough Fucking, sticking dick up in her guts Damn, I'm the one I was 14 first start toting guns Pops Nina stolen out the trunk Smoking on this Chapo got me slumped Damn smoking skunk What you need I got just what you want Remember when i used to look and want Now I look and buy just what I want Damn peep my fit Now I'm cashing, big flashy on my shit Whip crashing, cop dashing, watch me dip Blue strips and blue tips but I ain't no crip Damn ain't no lick Look too long he gone, empty the clip Gun range the aim I never miss Shoot to kill I don't just shoot to hit Damn is that him Damn is that him Damn is that him Drip jacking niggas trying to clone me Big fashion shoes cost me 100 Say you want the dick bitch if you want it All I ever wanted was some money Change up on em acting funny Jewels ugh got my nose runny I'm gone rob something before I ever be bummy Damn, that ain't the bro F*ck broke homies all moochers gotta go If you tricking, hit me, I got hoes If Bria Myles ain't your style then I got snows Damn, I'm jugging Book him, cook him, Shake n' Bake em, shook him Extra fly bitch you see how I'm looking Quick draw McGraw to stop the woofing Damn, this bitch on me Have her back P, I smacked P, man I don't want it I got smacked, big bwacked P off the Fanta Had to chill P, damn P, free all my homies Damn is that him Damn is that him Damn is that him