Big Yavo - Him

Uh
It's recordin'? (Yoom, skrrt-skrrt)
It's recordin'? (Yoom)
(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
It's been recordin'?
Bet, keep everything
Uh, let's go
Let's go, ayy

I told a bitch I'm him, quit playin' (bitch, stop)
Tryna ride with a boss? Well, bitch, get in (bitch, get in)
Say I stay on the road like the Michelin Man (whoa, whoa)
Put an M on your head like a Michigan fan
Ayy, I'm ballin' so hard, I might hoop when I land
I be ready to dump, I might shoot through my pants
Been on the block, boy, but we just shoot, we don't dance
If my opp get locked, put suits on his ass

Shoot my opp that suit, what you mean? That's a case
What that is in your pants? What you mean? This a Drac'
Bitch, I don't got friends, all my niggas some apes
Bitch, I don't got friends, all my niggas gorilla
Thirty racks on me, ridin' 'round with a killer
Big-ass bale same size as a pillow
Real ice on my neck, ho hug me and shiver
Poured an eight up in Austin, change the color of the river (no cap)
Real Wock', I'll turn a bitch purple (turn a bitch purple)
Say I drip like a pastor, I'm servin' the ushers (I'm servin the ushers)
Say she ain't gotta clock in, but I'm workin' her (I'm workin' her)
Bitch, you ain't fuck when I was broke, shit personal (punch in, punch in)
Hop out with two straps, feel like I'm Urkel (I'm Urkel)
Ayy, hop out with two straps just like a dyke be (I'm Steve, ho)
My niggas ballin', y'all niggas sideline, Spike Lee
Niggas act gangster, but sweeter than iced tea

I told a bitch I'm him, quit playin'
Tryna ride with a boss? Well, bitch, get in
Say I stay on the road like the Michelin Man
Put an M on your head like a Michigan fan (come here, ayy, come here boy)
Ayy, I'm ballin' so hard, I might hoop when I land
I be ready to dump, I might shoot through my pants
Been on the block, boy, but we just shoot, we don't dance
If my opp get locked, put suits on his ass

I told a bitch I'm him, quit playin' (bitch, shut up)
Tryna ride with a boss? Well, bitch, get in (bitch, get in)
Say I stay on the road like the Michelin Man
Put an M on your head like a Michigan fan
Ayy, I'm ballin' so hard, I might hoop when I land (I might hoop)
I be ready to dump, I might shoot through my pants (I'm ready to shoot)
Been on the block, boy, but we just shoot, we don't dance
If my opp get locked, put suits on his ass
Hit his block with drums, shit sound like a band
And this money I'm tryna get quicker than sand
Real hustler, I hope you can get what I'm sayin'
After the show, gotta have ass to get on this van
I say gotta have ass to get on this Sprinter (gotta have ass)
Countin' paper, done caught me a splinter
And don't think shit sweet, ain't nothin' here Splenda
I'm gettin' money every day, newer paper than printers
Ayy, say I'm on they ass like suspenders
And he be in the house like he on suspension
And the stick in my pants, that's the reason I'm limpin'
Just like McCaffery, sneakers be Christian
Weed fire by the 'Wood, double cup what I'm missin'
My lil' partners got aim, them young niggas gifted
So many rods in this bitch like we finna go fishin'
Before I went to prom, I went on a mission
Before I went in the bathroom, went in the kitchen
Learned how to count money 'fore I learned how to spell
I'm rockin' water, bumped into a whale
The finesser, I could sell dope to a scale
The finesser, I could sell hay to a scarecrow
Ayy, I could sell PC to Metro (I said okay)
Might just sell a ball to LaMelo
Heard you broke, can't bond out, jammed like Jell-O

Jammed like Jell-O
These niggas jammed like Jell-O
Ayy, ayy
Bump into your ho, I tell the bitch hello
You feel me?
Ayy, said I bump into your ho, I tell the bitch hello
Uh, uh, uh, ayy
Play and get rolled like a 'Rillo, gang

Written by:
Yaven Mauldin, Tavis Moore

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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