Ain't no love and ain't no honor in this shit
I'm a keep the chopper, I'm a ride with a stick
Nigga, do we got a problem in this bitch
Counter clock wise, cooking dope make it grits
One hand on the guap, other on my blick
East Atlanta, River Road, riding through the 6
Big dog, red nose, shake it like a pit
You ain't got to tell me, baby girl, I know I'm him
I'm cball Escobar, lil baby, I'm a raise the roof
I look my brother in his eyes and told his ass the truth
You know I'm a throw the four, but this is 2 door coupe
Me and 3 da don, get off that liquor, then get in the booth
Me and Poochie get off of that drink and go into the club
I be getting respect inside the streets, the killers showing love
This shit get alarming they was sleep but I had woke them up
Bitch, I'm quick to catch a f*cking play, the oppers catching slugs
Charged up like a battery, no wonder why they after me
Get a bag and get to running shit just like an athlete
Cball you so out of this world like the galaxy
Trapping off a iPhone, I used to steal galaxies
My brothers like my backbone, you try them, then you rest in peace
I'm still with 3 da don, we got slide with fye telepathy
I'm walking by that faith, I stand on business, bitch, I'm standing tall
Looking for the love, it's hard to find just like a dragon ball
Cball quick to pop out on a nigga like a Pokemon
Talking about spin and bounce out on a nigga like a bakugan
My brother say I'm wrong, when I know damn well I'm wrong
I got it off the muscle, I know goddamn well I'm strong
Lil cball you a artist, but you win, you could never draw
Aye I'm a f*ck the world and I don't care if she on menopause
Say cball you a cheat code, cball you a demigod
My life a gamble, roll the dice and strike like a lightning rod
Ain't no love and ain't no honor in this shit
I'm a keep the chopper, I'm a ride with a stick
Nigga, do we got a problem in this bitch
Counter clock wise, cooking dope make it grits
One hand on the guap, other on my blick
East Atlanta, River Road, riding through the 6
Big dog, red nose, shake it like a pit
You ain't got to tell me, baby girl, I know I'm him
Lil mavo - IM HIM Lyrics
Lil mavo - IM HIM Lyrics
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Ain't no love and ain't no honor in this shit
I'm a keep the chopper, I'm a ride with a stick
Nigga, do we got a problem in this bitch
Counter clock wise, cooking dope make it grits
One hand on the guap, other on my blick
East Atlanta, River Road, riding through the 6
Big dog, red nose, shake it like a pit
You ain't got to tell me, baby girl, I know I'm him
I'm cball Escobar, lil baby, I'm a raise the roof
I look my brother in his eyes and told his ass the truth
You know I'm a throw the four, but this is 2 door coupe
Me and 3 da don, get off that liquor, then get in the booth
Me and Poochie get off of that drink and go into the club
I be getting respect inside the streets, the killers showing love
This shit get alarming they was sleep but I had woke them up
Bitch, I'm quick to catch a f*cking play, the oppers catching slugs
Charged up like a battery, no wonder why they after me
Get a bag and get to running shit just like an athlete
Cball you so out of this world like the galaxy
Trapping off a iPhone, I used to steal galaxies
My brothers like my backbone, you try them, then you rest in peace
I'm still with 3 da don, we got slide with fye telepathy
I'm walking by that faith, I stand on business, bitch, I'm standing tall
Looking for the love, it's hard to find just like a dragon ball
Cball quick to pop out on a nigga like a Pokemon
Talking about spin and bounce out on a nigga like a bakugan
My brother say I'm wrong, when I know damn well I'm wrong
I got it off the muscle, I know goddamn well I'm strong
Lil cball you a artist, but you win, you could never draw
Aye I'm a f*ck the world and I don't care if she on menopause
Say cball you a cheat code, cball you a demigod
My life a gamble, roll the dice and strike like a lightning rod
Ain't no love and ain't no honor in this shit
I'm a keep the chopper, I'm a ride with a stick
Nigga, do we got a problem in this bitch
Counter clock wise, cooking dope make it grits
One hand on the guap, other on my blick
East Atlanta, River Road, riding through the 6
Big dog, red nose, shake it like a pit
You ain't got to tell me, baby girl, I know I'm him
I'm a keep the chopper, I'm a ride with a stick
Nigga, do we got a problem in this bitch
Counter clock wise, cooking dope make it grits
One hand on the guap, other on my blick
East Atlanta, River Road, riding through the 6
Big dog, red nose, shake it like a pit
You ain't got to tell me, baby girl, I know I'm him
I'm cball Escobar, lil baby, I'm a raise the roof
I look my brother in his eyes and told his ass the truth
You know I'm a throw the four, but this is 2 door coupe
Me and 3 da don, get off that liquor, then get in the booth
Me and Poochie get off of that drink and go into the club
I be getting respect inside the streets, the killers showing love
This shit get alarming they was sleep but I had woke them up
Bitch, I'm quick to catch a f*cking play, the oppers catching slugs
Charged up like a battery, no wonder why they after me
Get a bag and get to running shit just like an athlete
Cball you so out of this world like the galaxy
Trapping off a iPhone, I used to steal galaxies
My brothers like my backbone, you try them, then you rest in peace
I'm still with 3 da don, we got slide with fye telepathy
I'm walking by that faith, I stand on business, bitch, I'm standing tall
Looking for the love, it's hard to find just like a dragon ball
Cball quick to pop out on a nigga like a Pokemon
Talking about spin and bounce out on a nigga like a bakugan
My brother say I'm wrong, when I know damn well I'm wrong
I got it off the muscle, I know goddamn well I'm strong
Lil cball you a artist, but you win, you could never draw
Aye I'm a f*ck the world and I don't care if she on menopause
Say cball you a cheat code, cball you a demigod
My life a gamble, roll the dice and strike like a lightning rod
Ain't no love and ain't no honor in this shit
I'm a keep the chopper, I'm a ride with a stick
Nigga, do we got a problem in this bitch
Counter clock wise, cooking dope make it grits
One hand on the guap, other on my blick
East Atlanta, River Road, riding through the 6
Big dog, red nose, shake it like a pit
You ain't got to tell me, baby girl, I know I'm him
Writer: RODERICK MILLER JR
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