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Alamo Records - Im Him Lyrics

[Intro: UnoTheActivist]
Ronny J, please turn me up

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Double R truck, I'm him (Him)
Pockets on fat, bitch, slim (Yeah)
Yeah, ballin' out the gym, no rim (Yeah)
Don't play with that boy, his shooters gon' hit (Brrt, brrt, uh)
Play that bitch bad, she play (Play)
Fifty on the pinky, look like snowflake
Pop an X pill, hop right on stage (X)
Fucked her one time, told her "Go that way" (That Purpp)
Double R truck, I'm him (Him)
Pockets on fat, bitch, slim (Yeah)
Yeah, ballin' out the gym, no rim (Yeah)
Don't play with that boy, his shooters gon' hit (Brrt, brrt, uh)

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
I got a bitch, she gon' set up a play for me (Set up)
Love her, my niggas put you in the grave for me (Brrt, yeah)
Ride with them .6, you get cut like a bakery (Brrt, yeah)
Keep a bank on me, oh, yeah, that motherfucker stay with me (Yeah, yeah)
It's a dark world, I'ma get mine
Big Patek on my wrist, that's big shine (Big, uh)
These niggas broke, yeah, they pockets a lil' hungry
Shit funny, remember when they was above me (Haha, Purpp)
Put seventy bands in the trap, they gon' trust me
Just trust me, the packs on the way (Yeah), we gon' rush 'em (Yeah, yeah)
I fuck on that bitch, can't let her stay with me
Won't let her play me, she get lucky if she lay with me (Fuck on her, yeah)
Bank head on me, it make me go hard
I'm gettin' brain from my bitch, only time that she smart
Put them on a song, only time that they holdin'
Show them what they talkin', my jewelry, they don't want it
[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Double R truck, I'm him (Him)
Pockets on fat, bitch, slim (Yeah)
Yeah, ballin' out the gym, no rim (Yeah)
Don't play with that boy, his shooters gon' hit (Brrt, brrt, uh)
Play that bitch bad, she play (Play)
Fifty on the pinky, look like snowflake
Pop an X pill, hop right on stage (X)
Fucked her one time, told her "Go that way" (That Purpp)
Double R truck, I'm him (Him)
Pockets on fat, bitch, slim (Yeah)
Yeah, ballin' out the gym, no rim (Yeah)
Don't play with that boy, his shooters gon' hit (Brrt, brrt, uh)

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Don't mess with them shooters, ayy
Put a hole in your medulla, ayy
Everybody think they a tough guy, 'til they go missin'
Now I'm in Cuba, ayy (Rrah)
At the church, say, "Hallelujah," ayy
They love, they miss, they knew ya, ayy
And you coulda had a future, ayy
But you just threw it all away
Send the boys peekin' around the corner, you sippin' on corona
While bullets spread like corona (Yeah)
Now it's in the air like aroma, I want the smoke (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm a muhfuckin' stoner (Yeah)
Still be a loner, solo dolo
Black like Zulu, still rock Polo (Yeah)
Keep a semi auto, R-I-P Lotto
That's my motto, see your ass tomorrow
[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Double R truck, I'm him (Him)
Pockets on fat, bitch, slim (Yeah)
Yeah, ballin' out the gym, no rim (Yeah)
Don't play with that boy, his shooters gon' hit (Brrt, brrt, uh)
Play that bitch bad, she play (Play)
Fifty on the pinky, look like snowflake
Pop an X pill, hop right on stage (X)
Fucked her one time, told her "Go that way" (That Purpp)
Double R truck, I'm him (Him)
Pockets on fat, bitch, slim (Yeah)
Yeah, ballin' out the gym, no rim (Yeah)
Don't play with that boy, his shooters gon' hit (Brrt, brrt, uh)