Him Big Yavo

[Intro]
Uh
It's recordin'?
It's recordin'?
(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
It's been recordin'?
Bet, keep everything
Uh, let's go
Let's go, ayy

[Chorus]
I told a bitch I'm him, quit playin'
Tryna ride with a boss? Well, bitch, get in
Said I stay on the road like the Michelin Man
Put an M on your head like a Michigan fan
Ayy, I'm ballin' so hard, I might hoop when I land
I be ready to dump, I might shoot through my pants
Been on the block, boy, but we just shoot, we don't dance
If my opp get locked, put suits on his ass

[Verse 1]
Shoot my opp that suit, what you mean? That's a case
What that is in your pants? What you mean? This a Drac'
Bitch, I don't got friends, all my niggas some apes
Bitch, I don't got friends, all my niggas gorilla
Thirty racks on me, ridin' 'round with a killer
Big-ass bale same size as a pillow
Real ice on my neck, ho hug me and shiver
Poured an eight up in Austin, change the color of the river
Real Wock', I'll turn a bitch purple
Say I drip like a pastor, I'm servin' the ushers
Say she ain't gotta clock in, but I'm workin' her
Bitch, you ain't fuck when I was broke, shit personal
Hop out with two straps, feel like I'm Urkel
Ayy, hop out with two straps just like a dyke be
My niggas ballin', y'all niggas sideline, Spike Lee
Niggas act gangster, but sweeter than iced tea