Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to “I’m Him” by Smokepurpp featuring Denzel Curry. The song was produced by Shucati & Ronny J.
Smokepurpp I’m Him
Smokepurpp has earned a fair number of detractors since first arriving on the scene, likely due to his role in popularizing the divisive SoundCloud rap movement. Yet the rapper, who recently dropped off his brand new album Florida Jit last night, continues to push himself artistically. Every so often, Purpp proves he can put in work on the mic if he so chooses — perhaps we have the commanding presence of Denzel Curry to thank for that, or perhaps Ronny J’s haunting instrumental sparked something spooky in the youngster.
In any case, “I’m Him” is easily Purpp’s show and quite possibly one of the best technical performances of his career thus far. Look, he’s not exactly firing off dazzling punchlines but that’s not what we listen to Smokepurrp to hear. We want the charisma, the ignorance, the debauchery. Especially when he’s packaging it all together with a dexterous flow, going so far as to outpace Zeltron’s own contribution. In truth, the only criticism off the top is that Denzel’s verse is way too short — though Purpp’s come-up as a SoundCloud rapper means no song can run over three minutes long.
Smokepurpp – I’m Him (ft. Denzel Curry) (prod. Shucati & Ronny J)
Lyrics
[Intro: Smokepurpp]
Ronny J, please turn me up
[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Double R truck, I’m him (Him)
Pockets on fat, bitch, slim (Yeah)
Yeah, ballin’ out the gym, no rim (Yeah)
Don’t play with that boy, his shooters gon’ hit (Brrt, brrt, uh)
Play that bitch bad, she play (Play)
Fifty on the pinky, look like snowflake
Pop an X pill, hop right on stage (X)
Fucked her one time, told her “Go that way” (That Purpp)
Double R truck, I’m him (Him)
Pockets on fat, bitch, slim (Yeah)
Yeah, ballin’ out the gym, no rim (Yeah)
Don’t play with that boy, his shooters gon’ hit (Brrt, brrt, uh)
[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
I got a bitch, she gon’ set up a play for me (Set up)
Love her, my niggas put you in the grave for me (Brrt, yeah)
Ride with them .6, you get cut like a bakery (Brrt, yeah)
Keep a bank on me, oh, yeah, that motherfucker stay with me (Yeah, yeah)
It’s a dark world, I’ma get mine
Big Patek on my wrist, that’s big shine (Big, uh)
These niggas broke, yeah, they pockets a lil’ hungry
Shit funny, remember when they was above me (Haha, Purpp)
Put seventy bands in the trap, they gon’ trust me
Just trust me, the packs on the way (Yeah), we gon’ rush ’em (Yeah, yeah)
I fuck on that bitch, can’t let her stay with me
Won’t let her play me, she get lucky if she lay with me (Fuck on her, yeah)
Bank head on me, it make me go hard
I’m gettin’ pay from my bitch, only time I’m smart
Put them on a song, only time that they holdin’
Show them what they talkin’, my jewelry, they don’t want it
[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Double R truck, I’m him (Him)
Pockets on fat, bitch, slim (Yeah)
Yeah, ballin’ out the gym, no rim (Yeah)
Don’t play with that boy, his shooters gon’ hit (Brrt, brrt, uh)
Play that bitch bad, she play (Play)
Fifty on the pinky, look like snowflake
Pop an X pill, hop right on stage (X)
Fucked her one time, told her “Go that way” (That Purpp)
Double R truck, I’m him (Him)
Pockets on fat, bitch, slim (Yeah)
Yeah, ballin’ out the gym, no rim (Yeah)
Don’t play with that boy, his shooters gon’ hit (Brrt, brrt, uh)
[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Don’t mess with them shooters, ayy
Put a hole in your medulla, ayy
Everybody think they a tough guy, ’til they go missin’
Now I’m in Cuba, ayy (Rrah)
Att the church, say, “Hallelujah,” ayy
They love, they miss, they knew ya, ayy
And you coulda had a future, ayy
But you just threw it all away
Send the boys peekin’ around the corner, you sippin’ on corona
While bullets spread like corona (Yeah)
Now it’s in the air like aroma, I want the smoke (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m a muhfuckin’ stoner (Yeah)
Still be a loner, solo dolo
Black like Zulu, still rock Polo (Yeah)
Keep a semi auto, R-I-P Lotto
That’s my motto, see your ass tomorrow
[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Double R truck, I’m him (Him)
Pockets on fat, bitch, slim (Yeah)
Yeah, ballin’ out the gym, no rim (Yeah)
Don’t play with that boy, his shooters gon’ hit (Brrt, brrt, uh)
Play that bitch bad, she play (Play)
Fifty on the pinky, look like snowflake
Pop an X pill, hop right on stage (X)
Fucked her one time, told her “Go that way” (That Purpp)
Double R truck, I’m him (Him)
Pockets on fat, bitch, slim (Yeah)
Yeah, ballin’ out the gym, no rim (Yeah)
Don’t play with that boy, his shooters gon’ hit (Brrt, brrt, uh)
