himothy - ydd maven lyrics
[part i: him]
[verse]
i’m stacking the money, promise i’ll be back with my n*ggas
no matter what they say, i’ll be back for my n*ggas
i’m him, these young n*ggas don’t wanna see me win
dripping in prada, your b*tch tryna feen (b*tch tryna feen)
my daddy countin’ ’em bank rolls (yeah!)
you brokie, you cannot stack those (stack)
trip to new york, i might just take it just to flex hoes (just to flex hoes)
i flex on these n*ggas (flex on these n*ggas)
i’m rich on these n*ggas (i’m rich on these n*ggas)
who is bigger, riddle me
i’m playing 2k (playing 2k), put all thе bands on a
i’m eating filé (i’m eating filé), mr. take your b*tch
what you tryna say to mе, what you tryna play to me
what you saying to me, don’t say it again
i’ll pull up on n*ggas, i’m bursting your brain (i’m bursting your brain)
i’m him (no, i’m him), no, i’m him (no, i’m him), i’m him (no, no), i’m him
[part ii: phantom]
[verse]
back in the back, i’ll be counting, the phantom
i’m counting the molly, i’m pulling, they know that they watching me (they watching)
know them young n*ggas, they doubted me (doubted me)
yeah, i know them young n*ggas, they flooded me (flooded me)
i’m flooding my molly, i’m counting my cash (cash)
i’m pulling on n*ggas, they doing the dash (the dash)
they doing the race, you coming right back?
i’ll come to place (i’ll come to your place)
i’m counting my money (yeah, yeah)
i’ll come with the .9, the macs, the glocks, them n*ggas, they don’t know the time
they checking they watch (they checking they watch)
they checking they watch (they checking they watch)
they checking for money, i’m checking for bands (checking for bands)
pulled out your hands, i’ll shoot you in your head, lil’ n*gga you* (d*mned)
n*gga you dead, n*gga you d*mned, n*gga you next
well, n*gga you d*mned (you d*mned), young n*gga, you d*mned (you d*mned)
[bridge]
aks, glocks (yeah), macs (what?), twins (yeah), f ‘n’ n’s (yeah), pistols shoot you right there in your beam, in your beam (pow*pow)
with your team, yeah, your team gon’ be missin’
when i drop this glock, when i drop this molly in your spleen (in your spleen)
take the p*ss ’cause i’m him, ’cause i’m him (’cause i’m him)
when i smoke, i’ll be thinking of the wins (i’ll be thinking of the wins)
when i drink, i’ll be thinking of the fiends (of the fiends)
when i drop, with my gun, this a f ‘n’ n
blow, blow, blow, blow*blow
blow, blow, blow*blow
blow, blow, blow*blow
blow, blow, blow*blow
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