Quavo – Himothy Lyrics

Album on Q3*

Himothy Lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, son, where’d you find this?)
Ever since YRN, I’ve been talkin’ my shit, nigga
Been lit up, been chained up, nigga, this shit don’t change us,
nigga (Like you ain’t know)
We’ve been through a lot of fuck shit, nigga, but we gon’
change back, just like this, nigga (Budda Beats)
Yeah

[Verse]
Let me get my shit together, I got a jugg to catch (Jugg)
Fuck nigga always sayin’ we together, wanna be apart of the flex (Shit)
Y’all niggas outside tellin’ on somethin’, makin’ citizen’s arrest (Woo)
I told the gang, “We gon’ eat forever,” I’ll never let ’em starve to death (Forеver)
Quavo, how you manifest it? ‘Cause I’m him in thе flesh (Him)
In the same breath, I can show ’em how to scam American Express (Swipe)
I’m tired of you talkin’ ’bout him (I’m tired), please let my nephew rest (Please)
Since ain’t nobody doin’ nothin’, shit, fuck it, all of ’em gettin’ pressed (Brr)
Shut it down, baby, shut it down, Huncho, shut it down, it’s a mess
Lil’ bitty bitch want me hit it and take her to pound town, baby, meet me at UPS
Don’t come around if you stand down, since you stayin’ down, get a check
Got this shit out the mud, lil’ nigga, if I get low, shit, I’m makin’ it stretch
Drop dead fresh like the MET
Yeah, them niggas was at the MET
Cold sweat, geekin’ on a jet
High as fuck, geekin’, shit
Every night, I pray my niggas don’t call collect (Brr)
Havin’ plenty of dog shit, go DMX (Damn, son)
I’m goin’ all gold bottles
I’m the Northside Shawn Carter (Quay-Z)
I didn’t take the MARTA
‘Cause it didn’t go to Jimmy Carter (Nah)
Trappin’ smarter, not harder
Scammin’ Wells Fargo in a Charger (Skrrt)
Want me to show you how to get to the top, nigga,
should’ve met me at the bottom (For real)
I’ll never fall out with a nigga or a bitch over Instagram followers
I’ll call all the Instagram models, tell ’em, “Let’s take a trip to Cabo” (Go)
Shit, I’m poppin’ my shit like, “Hey, mama,” call me Johnny Bravo (Mama)
Yeah, bulletproof the Tahoe (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m the man, Macho (Macho)
Jump out the gym, nigga, we all trim (Trim)
Makin’ a movie, ain’t shit but film
Bad bitches gon flood my VIP (Bad)
He havin’ so much shit with him (Shit)
Please do not play with him
Got shooters in the crib, they stay with him (Him)
Check in my safe, an M (M)
Yeah, please go play them
I’ma go and say it, niggas can’t fuck with your man (Nah)
Think I’m goin’ somewhere? Hell nah, nigga, I’m stuck with my fans (Yeah)
I put blood, sweat, and tears, pussy get laid for the brand (Laid)
All these cards I’ve been dealt, nigga can’t play with my hand, pussy

[Chorus]
Everybody know that I’m him (Him)
Everybody know that I’m him (I’m him)
Everybody know that I’m him (Himothy)
Everybody know that I’m him (Him)
Check the scout report (Scout), everybody know that I’m him (Him)
Ask your bitch, of course (Himothy), she gon’ tell you I’m him (Himothy)
Everybody know that I’m him (I’m him)
Everybody know that I’m him (Himothy)
Everybody know that I’m him (Himothy)
Everybody know that I’m him (Him)
Check the scout report (Scout), everybody know that I’m him (Him)
Ask your bitch, of course (Himothy), she gon’ tell you I’m him (Himothy)