Das Him

I get so high, I can sit on God knees
I took LSD, now I’m one with the trees
I bought her some Popeyes, she think she a queen
I fuck her, I palm her head just like a spring
This hoe must be French always talkin' bout we
You know there is no us, just a you and a me
I have no emotion when I’m on that bean
They gotta look twice, it’s CC on me feet
These hoes on my skin like a dog with some fleas
Who havin' drip?, I’m like, «Who do you think?»
I open my eyes, she like, «Who do you see?»
Very rare drip from Riccardo Tisci
I walked in this bitch, they like, «Who is him?»
I walk with the bag, they know that was him
I ain’t seen nobody that’s cool as him
I’ma act brand new like, «Who is them?»
Who? Who? Who? Who?
Who? Who? Who? Who?
I’ma act brand new like, «Who is them?»
Who in the fuck do you think you are?
I think I’m the man, I think I’m a star
I got the Perc and the Xans in a jar
Chanel on my lenses, I can see far, yeah
I’m in a Tesla, I self park the car
She is impressive, she put that shit on
AMG Benz, she pullin' up next to my car
We got the same Ops, we killin' them all
40 gone hit him, he long gone
Chanel number 9 on her trench coat
Giuseppe steppin' on these lil' hoes
40 gone kiss it, no mistletoe
The nigga, he, green, he piccolo
I told you these niggas is hoes, no gigalo
Like a bird she bend that shit over, she pigeon toed
This watch on my wrist they mistake it for snow globes
My new hoe from Austin, no stone cold
She ride the dick, say she had fun on this rodeo
I take these trips cross the globe, I don’t stumble though
Who? Who? Who? Who?
Who? Who?
I walked in this bitch, they like, «Who is him?»
I walk with the bag, they know that was him
I ain’t seen nobody that’s cool as him
I’ma act brand new like, «Who is them?»
Who? Who? Who? Who?
Who? Who? Who? Who?
I’ma act brand new like, «Who is them?»
Who in the fuck do you think you are?
I think I’m the man, I think I’m a star
I got the Perc and the Xans in a jar
Chanel on my lenses, I can see far
Far
I get so high, I can sit on God knees
I took LSD, now I’m one with the trees
I bought her some Popeyes, she think she a queen
I fuck her, I palm her head just like a spring
This hoe must be French always talkin' bout we
You know there is no us, just a you and a me
I have no emotion when I’m on that bean
They gotta look twice, it’s CC on me feet
These hoes on my skin like a dog with some fleas
Who havin' drip?, I’m like, «Who do you think?»
I open my eyes, she like, «Who do you see?»
Very rare drip from Riccardo Tisci
I walked in this bitch, they like, «Who is him?»
I walk with the bag, they know that was him
I ain’t seen nobody that’s cool as him
I’ma act brand new like, «Who is them?»
Who? Who? Who? Who?
Who? Who? Who? Who?
I’ma act brand new like, «Who is them?»
Who in the fuck do you think you are?
I think I’m the man, I think I’m a star
I got the Perc and the Xans in a jar
Chanel on my lenses, I can see far