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i'm him - screwly g lyrics

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[verse]
anytime, i murder man
all my opps, get popped, if you the one on spot, we the ones probably whacked they mans
these n*ggas know i’ma swing my door, i ain’t shooting out sh*t, i’ma hop out and blam
kicking these hoes out them spot, trying to send my drop, doing hoes like martin did pam
uh, yeah
spin out a foreign, do a drill out a lamb’
n*gga, quit calling me blood, i am not your cuz, n*gga, i am not your fam
last opp got caught, got his ass knocked off, i heard he died on cam
caught his ass making a play and i blew my drac, dumbass died for a gram
d*mn, got motion for real, i don’t even got to scam
before i started doing this rapping, i was outside, i was clapping, these n*ggas know who i am
i know a n*gga got shot but his ass ain’t clock, he lucky the glock had jammed
tired of the srt’s, keep getting these speeds, we finna drill out the ram
d*mn, uh
pulled up vp and i jumped out trim
can name five n*ggas we shot ‘fore rap, i was hot, ain’t that why he drowned, can’t swim
i’m in the hills with dank, smoking sh*t that stink. n*gga play, we gon’ shoot off a limb
dumb b*tch asked who am i, she must be high, i told that b*tch, i’m him
yeah, uh
n*gga gon’ die if they say we into it
before all the srt’s, like 2016, n*gga, i was doing hits out a buicl
ran up racks just to pay for hats, all the opps gon’ die, i don’t care about music
whoever told the opps to beef with us, need to k!ll his ass, he a bad influence
came throuh the opps sh*t late, start shooting
spotted the opps, saw my face and he poodle
gave him a gun and that n*gga ain’t use it
these n*ggas cat, p*ssy, coochie
mismatching the prada, amira, and gucci
freak ass ho suck d*ck like suki
young fly n*gga l!ck sh*t like lucci
chrome heart sh*t, i ain’t wearing no coogi
uh, yeah
bad ass b*tch but she act too boujee
light skin b*tch, she pretty and slim in the waist, my new b*tch favor karrueche
b*tch keep talking about a bbl, i ain’t tricking on sh*t, bae, you f*cking with screwly
i’ll go pay for a hat and get bro out the cell ‘fore i’ll go buy a b*tch a booty
f*ck netflix and chill, rather f*ck her to toosii
if we ain’t having straight, we’ll spin out a hooptie
set it off in this b*tch, catch a beat like i’m boosie
now i’m paying for hats, still’ll come through shooting
opp n*ggas be hoes, they act like groupies
fall on the ground, don’t stop, keep shooting
take 12 on chase, we don’t stop, ain’t losing
n*gga thought we was cool, take his pipe, we fooled him

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