Autumn! - I'm Him! lyrics
Autumn! [Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.] Lafayette, Louisiana/Houston, Texas, U.S 🇺🇸
[Autumn! - I'm Him! lyrics]
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)
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)