I Am Who I Am*

Lyrics from Snippets

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Gotit]

I am who I am, I was who I was

I go make these racks, fuck it up in the club

I stunt how I stunt, I move how I move

I rep my set and my racks stay blue

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

Nigga juggin', touchin' yayo

Itchin' my clip, I'm shootin' Curry

Curry spicey, hot tamales

Bitch is slurpin', got her burpin'

Make myself a boss on purpose

Diamonds chirpin', birds chirpin'

Paranoia, Glock, it worried

Pray it shoot for the boy on burglary

[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]

360 boy, got it big on his wrist

Most of these rappers now move like a bitch

Stunt on the 'Gram but move with some sense

Invited some niggas, they wasn't on shit

We pourin' up Wock' on two dollars Fanta's

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[Pre-Chorus: Lil Gotit]

I am who I am, I was who I was

I go make these racks, fuck it up in the club

I stunt how I stunt, I move how I move

I rep my set and my racks stay blue

[Chorus: Lil Gotit & Lil Uzi Vert]

Nigga juggin', touchin' yayo

Itchin' my clip, I'm shootin' Curry

Curry spicey, hot tamalеs

Bitch is slurpin', got her burpin'

Make myself a boss on purposе

Diamonds chirpin', birds chirpin'

Paranoia, Glock, it worried

Pray it shoot for the boy on burglary (Doot-doot-doot-doot, fee, what?)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]

Paranoia, they don't see us (What? Yeah)

I'm the destroyer, I told the bitch, "I'm Tom Sauer" (Ah)

All my pistols cost a quarter

Put a nigga through extortion

They kill for me 'cause I'm important

I can't hear a, "Who?" Like Horton (Fee, fee)

I'm fuckin' these bitches, I'm rubbin' my dick

I forgot that I wanted these racks (Fee, fee)

Pull up a Bentley, a Cullinan, yeah, this shit big as a Hummer (Yeah)

My niggas pull up just like a parade, my shooter a drummer (Yeah)

I am who I am, might pull out a M but I ain't even stuntin' (Woah)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Gotit]

I am who I am, I was who I was

I go make these racks, fuck it up in the club

I stunt how I stunt, I move how I move

I rep my set and my racks stay blue

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

Nigga juggin', touchin' yayo

Itchin' my clip, I'm shootin' Curry

Curry spicey, hot tamales

Bitch is slurpin', got her burpin'

Make myself a boss on purpose

Diamonds chirpin', birds chirpin'

Paranoia, Glock, it worried

Pray it shoot for the boy on burglary