Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sauté
Sauté
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Burton-Dulude
Andrew Burton-Dulude
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Yeah, Hit Yuh)
(Said I'm him, Yeah, Said I'm Him)
(Said I'm him, Yeah, Said I'm Him)
(Smoke his friend)
(Smoke his brain, smoke up on his brain)
Yeah, bitch I said I'm him
(Said I'm Him Yeah)
No, we cannot pretend like we is not the same
(Same)
My lil' shooter clickin' shit like he insane
(Think he want the smoke, we pack him up it go straight to the brain)
(Hollow tips they hungry, eat his ass up to the grave)
(Yeah, he clickin' shit like he insane)
No more K's, I can't walk around with them
(What he bang? we gon' walk around w 'em)
What he say? We gon find his ass in there
(Yeah)
(What he sayin'?)
(What he saying?)
(Yeah What he saying? Yeah what he sayin' to me?)
(That's my brother dang, other day yeah)
(Free my boy up out that cage he sane yeah)
RaRa-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-ra-a-a-a that's what you get for walking
(We)
(Gon')
(Find Him)
Tw-Two Hoes on my body and I think they tryna share
Sliding twin glocks and bitch yeah that shit came in pairs
Lil' hoe why you starin'
Lil' hoe why you starin'
Poppin' all these pills, now she thinkin' I'm insane
Switch up on the glock, bitch I'm breaking major paint
Bitch we climbin' ranks
(Think he want the smoke, we pack him up it go straight to the brain)
(Hollow tips they hungry, eat his ass up to the grave)
(Yeah, he clickin' shit like he insane)
No more K's, I can't walk around with them
(What he bang? we gon' walk around w 'em)
What he say? We gon find his ass in there
Written by: Andrew Burton-Dulude
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