(I'm shopping with Millz, baby)
Married my hustle, came up out the slums, we eloped with it
Mama look, your favorite son a big dope dealer
Told me pick something I'm good at, I trophied 'em
The Metraton loads safe to say that I'm dope with it (no assumptions)
I ain't thinking, I know it
Cartel where I'm going
The fedora brim had to bend that
The shirt buttoned buss open
Tatted up bad, complemented my swag
I'm a brick layer, chick give a glance I'ma f*ck on her
Find out my partner wan' tap, I can't love on her
Simple, you get in yo' feelings and cuff on her
On this holy Devine day, I hearby manifest the big body
All-black Range Rover Autobiography SV with the brains blowed out
With the yellow calibers
The same energy in the universe is the same energy in me
And with that energy I command it to be
Right where I'm supposed to be
Skilled in some areas, shooter like Steph
And if I'm in your area brandish your weapon
I'll send you to heaven without second-guessing it
Walking off calmly, tuck my accessories
New holding company, we assessing it
I'm not compromising, I got out my body
Still apologizing to my neck and wrist
Newborn baby crying, had a naked wrist
Ice on my fingers and both of my wrists was my emerald-cut pendant
Don't know what neglection is
Babysit bricks tryna take all my children
The CPS come but they know what protection is
Secret compartment don't know where my weapon is
Woo, shout out my Mexican
Woo, I'm in the transport package land
Turn where I stand to a dance floor
She think it's cute, love the way I be moving
Feeling real groovy, don't know how to dance though
We out in public when we finished eating
We interlock fingers, she can't let my hands go
This not a grill, I can floss in between 'em
My diamonds be twinkling whenever I'm speaking (bling, blaow)
I'm a big eagle, they peep my demeanor
Without even thinking, she loving my swag though
Right where I'm supposed to be
Bae, shout out her old nigga
He did not want her to grow bigger
Mama, mama
Yo' favorite son don't do no tripping
Bae, that's my mama
Mama, that's bae
Yo' favorite son a big dope dealer
Say you want grandbabies, I'm bout to make you some
Take her home, bathe her and dope dick her
Bae, you that thang and I'm that thang
We bout to make us some dope children
One other thing, they not gon' ever be dope dealers
Right where I'm supposed to be
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(I'm shopping with Millz, baby)
Married my hustle, came up out the slums, we eloped with it
Mama look, your favorite son a big dope dealer
Told me pick something I'm good at, I trophied 'em
The Metraton loads safe to say that I'm dope with it (no assumptions)
I ain't thinking, I know it
Cartel where I'm going
The fedora brim had to bend that
The shirt buttoned buss open
Tatted up bad, complemented my swag
I'm a brick layer, chick give a glance I'ma f*ck on her
Find out my partner wan' tap, I can't love on her
Simple, you get in yo' feelings and cuff on her
On this holy Devine day, I hearby manifest the big body
All-black Range Rover Autobiography SV with the brains blowed out
With the yellow calibers
The same energy in the universe is the same energy in me
And with that energy I command it to be
Right where I'm supposed to be
Skilled in some areas, shooter like Steph
And if I'm in your area brandish your weapon
I'll send you to heaven without second-guessing it
Walking off calmly, tuck my accessories
New holding company, we assessing it
I'm not compromising, I got out my body
Still apologizing to my neck and wrist
Newborn baby crying, had a naked wrist
Ice on my fingers and both of my wrists was my emerald-cut pendant
Don't know what neglection is
Babysit bricks tryna take all my children
The CPS come but they know what protection is
Secret compartment don't know where my weapon is
Woo, shout out my Mexican
Woo, I'm in the transport package land
Turn where I stand to a dance floor
She think it's cute, love the way I be moving
Feeling real groovy, don't know how to dance though
We out in public when we finished eating
We interlock fingers, she can't let my hands go
This not a grill, I can floss in between 'em
My diamonds be twinkling whenever I'm speaking (bling, blaow)
I'm a big eagle, they peep my demeanor
Without even thinking, she loving my swag though
Right where I'm supposed to be
Bae, shout out her old nigga
He did not want her to grow bigger
Mama, mama
Yo' favorite son don't do no tripping
Bae, that's my mama
Mama, that's bae
Yo' favorite son a big dope dealer
Say you want grandbabies, I'm bout to make you some
Take her home, bathe her and dope dick her
Bae, you that thang and I'm that thang
We bout to make us some dope children
One other thing, they not gon' ever be dope dealers
Right where I'm supposed to be
Married my hustle, came up out the slums, we eloped with it
Mama look, your favorite son a big dope dealer
Told me pick something I'm good at, I trophied 'em
The Metraton loads safe to say that I'm dope with it (no assumptions)
I ain't thinking, I know it
Cartel where I'm going
The fedora brim had to bend that
The shirt buttoned buss open
Tatted up bad, complemented my swag
I'm a brick layer, chick give a glance I'ma f*ck on her
Find out my partner wan' tap, I can't love on her
Simple, you get in yo' feelings and cuff on her
On this holy Devine day, I hearby manifest the big body
All-black Range Rover Autobiography SV with the brains blowed out
With the yellow calibers
The same energy in the universe is the same energy in me
And with that energy I command it to be
Right where I'm supposed to be
Skilled in some areas, shooter like Steph
And if I'm in your area brandish your weapon
I'll send you to heaven without second-guessing it
Walking off calmly, tuck my accessories
New holding company, we assessing it
I'm not compromising, I got out my body
Still apologizing to my neck and wrist
Newborn baby crying, had a naked wrist
Ice on my fingers and both of my wrists was my emerald-cut pendant
Don't know what neglection is
Babysit bricks tryna take all my children
The CPS come but they know what protection is
Secret compartment don't know where my weapon is
Woo, shout out my Mexican
Woo, I'm in the transport package land
Turn where I stand to a dance floor
She think it's cute, love the way I be moving
Feeling real groovy, don't know how to dance though
We out in public when we finished eating
We interlock fingers, she can't let my hands go
This not a grill, I can floss in between 'em
My diamonds be twinkling whenever I'm speaking (bling, blaow)
I'm a big eagle, they peep my demeanor
Without even thinking, she loving my swag though
Right where I'm supposed to be
Bae, shout out her old nigga
He did not want her to grow bigger
Mama, mama
Yo' favorite son don't do no tripping
Bae, that's my mama
Mama, that's bae
Yo' favorite son a big dope dealer
Say you want grandbabies, I'm bout to make you some
Take her home, bathe her and dope dick her
Bae, you that thang and I'm that thang
We bout to make us some dope children
One other thing, they not gon' ever be dope dealers
Right where I'm supposed to be
Writer: Jamil Alleyne, Kevin Jerome Gil, Rijhay Derrick Sampson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Performed By: Kevin Gates
From Album: I'm Him 2
Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: Jamil Alleyne, Kevin Jerome Gil, Rijhay Derrick Sampson
Year: 2025
