Bhris - Gotta Be Him Lyrics

I just left Cali
Brought bowls to the blocks

Make sure its sealed
I love pints of da wock

Don't try to run up
Get shot like a clock

Brodie he sneaky he move like a fox

Remember them nights I was sleep at da box
Penthouse
Now we sleep at the top

I'm smoking exotic and rubbing her glass

Lately been balling should enter the draft

I pull up ina foreign 220 dash

Cut that bitch off kus my new bitch is bad

Chrome heart the hoody and Gallery bags

They see all the motion
They gotta be mad

Baby bro Slimey u gotta be fast

They like how we moving
Pull up n them trucks
Foreigns behind it
So they know it's us

It's like 2 for a line I pour 4 ina cup

I been working hard
How u think that it's luck

See niggas dropping
But that's not enough

Marni n Ricky you know I came trim

Brodie gone crash out he keep tryna spin

Driving too fast almost mack up the Benz

Brodie too clutch always go for da win

You just got the bag
How you f*cked up again

I said I won't but I f*cked her again

Knocks on my waist and dog shit in my pants

Go get a knocks clap a opp now you stamped

I'm playing cello came up off a band

Don't play wit that Dough boy
We slid out van
Bro brought a Drake
I just got a FN

They know it's sun
But the Carti got tent

I started this shit
So I Gotta Be Him

They thought it wit Rello it gotta be Twin

I'm balling so hard I' might trap out gym
400 on gas
I spend 2 on the tolls

If u slime wipe ya nose

40 racks on exotic
I can't f*ck wit lows

Don't lose ya position
Keep playing ya role

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