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Lyrics I’m Him! – Autumn!

Yeah
(Why these niggas keep playing like I ain’t him?)
Yeah
Yeah (Why these niggas keep playing like I ain’t him?)

I ain’t know that was your boo, fuckin’ her three ways, been knockin’ the boots
These niggas feel me ’cause they bitches feel me, they already know she gon’ choose
One of my brothers sip Goose
One of my brothers sip juice
One of my brothers the truth, he get you gone for a few
To the fuck shit, I’m immune
Hip to the shit, I’m in tune
Play with me, bitch, you is doomed
Hot like the middle of June
Why these niggas keep playing like I ain’t him? (Like I ain’t him, woah)
Why these niggas keep playing like I ain’t him? (Like I ain’t him, woah)

Been around shooters before I ever seen my first rim
Still remember that day I ran up my first ten
Bitch keep saying she know me, I told her my real name Jimmy
Got to stop fuckin’ up my enemies, when I need to swap my semis
Checking the mail, new photo just hit so I’m talkin’ ’bout twin-zy
Try to run off with them blues, we coming to check your chin-zy
These bullets his and hers and theirs, I think they Gen-Z
She like, “What’s my name?” I said, “I think it’s MacKenzie”
Only keep forty-five rounds in the drum of my semi
Bros fall out but fuck it, I guess that just be the envy
Too many hoes up, no, got to get back to the DMV
Too many whips back home, God damn, I hate the DMV
She tryna eat me up, at least that’s what she DM me
Tour finna drain me out
Niggas wan’ stain me out
I never shoot back, I shoot first, won’t no nigga take me out
I don’t do get-backs, I do worse, so you finna hate me now

I ain’t know that was your boo, fuckin’ her three ways, been knockin’ the boots
These niggas feel me ’cause they bitches feel me, they already know she gon’ choose
One of my brothers sip Goose
One of my brothers sip juice
One of my brothers the truth, he get you gone for a few
To the fuck shit, I’m immune
Hip to the shit, I’m in tune
Play with me, bitch, you is doomed
Hot like the middle of June
Why these niggas keep playing like I ain’t him? (Like I ain’t him, woah)
Why these niggas keep playing like I ain’t him? (Like I ain’t him, woah)

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