HIM - Eddy Braveaux, ghost/\/ghoul

I ain’t wit that tough shit, bitch I don’t have to

Fuck a twitter finger, bitch my niggas comin' at you

Cool shit, fuck that, nigga imma run up

I give a fuck what you talkin' bout, wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup, bam bam

Wassup, wassup, wassup, yeah yeah

Damn, hit the ground bitch

Damn, we gone pound shit

Damn, hit the ground bitch

Damn, we gone pound shit

Yessir, got damn these niggas want smoke, I got pressure

You been in the gym but I don’t think you wanna press up

All red I feel like HIM, just a little fresher

I’ll be honest I like lesbians and when they wrestle

Yes I do, now make that pussy pop just like a vessel

Lemme beat it up I wanna put it on a stretcher

Professor with the X, I guess she ain’t learn her lesson

She up on her knees, Usher Raymond, no confessions

Tried to put it on me but I’m always the aggressor

I feel like im Deebo, I be ballin' Oladipo

Pull up to yo' home, with that tooly no Home Depot

Im a Florida g though, makin' plays like Dan Marino

Bitch this is a Tesla I control it with a remote

I got chips, no casino, that’s wherever we go

Got that rocket power you can ask my nigga Tito

Im lookin for a freak hoe, so I hit Puerto Rico

She callin' me papito, gettin head «Despacito»

My chick is Filipino, she wetter than the sea though

Yo' bitch is like Dasani while my bitch is Pellegrino

I’m divin' in that el nino, thinkin' I’m finding Nemo

She already made me bust but I might fuck around and I reload

Red dot beam on the thing from deep though, we ain’t shootin' no free throws

My bro always got that iron, swear that nigga Magneto

Me and my niggas be talkin' bout racks but shit y’all niggas don’t see those

And y’all really ain’t gettin' no bread I heard y’all niggas on keto

I am, HIM HIM

HIM, with the limb

Lil nigga, flexin' in the gym

Ball hard, hangin off the rim

Who is that?

bitch I feel like him

I am him, nigga I am him

I am him, nigga I am him

I am him, aren’t you tired of him

I am him, bitch you know I’m him