Help Me
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea (Yea)
Yea yea
Yea
Yeah
Aye
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Yea
Yea (Yea)
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Keep it trilla I done lost a couple niggas
Now a bitch ain't been the same
A suicide ain't meant for you and I
But I'll rip a bitch up out the game
A nigga try to take me off
Take 'em to his maker
Let 'em feel the pain
Ain't no Taylor Swift I'ma shake it off
Bring the cake out nigga
What's ya name?
Who you trickin' for?
Broke ass ain't getting tricked on
Niggas being conscious over coochie
And my woke ass getting licked on
I been Gucci I been getting healthy
P-L-U-G crew we getting wealthy
Frienemies I'm cool on moving stealthy
On my knees pray to God that he can help me
(Help me)
Mmm
Help me
I think I'm losing my brain (Brain)
I think I had too much drank (Drank)
Rollin' up some of that stank (Sheesh)
Let me
I'ma go hard in the paint (Paint)
Show these 'lor bitches the rank (Rank)
Dummy yo shit do not crank (Nah)
Help me
All of this food on my plate
('Lor bitch)
Eatin' like I never ate
('Lor bitch)
Beatin' my chest I'ma ape and shit
Buck fifty I'm 'finna scrape a bitch
Straight in the middle it's hit or miss
Come for yo neck and yo kitchen sis
I cannot get it together I'm sicko
Ain't on my level I switch up the tempo
Aggressive I tear a bitch right out the limo
Hood in the holly I'm real get the memo
Paranoid I gotta roll up the endo
Scared of my shadow I see in the window
Chances is slim like a thread in a pinhole
Knew I was chosen since I was a kiddo
Bitch is you kidding?
This shit ain't a joke
You coming for clout
And I'm gunning for throats
And the smoke it ain't nothin' but oxygen (Bow!)
And I hope you ain't think you was stopping shit
Bitches be mad 'cause I'm bad and I'm popping shit (Bow!)
Gimme some space in the ring when I enter
Bring out ya best and believe I'ma get her
Forgive me God 'cause I know that I'm a sinner
But tell me, is they really fuckin' wit this hoe?
No!
Mmm
Help me
I think I'm losing my brain (Brain)
I think I had too much drank (Drank)
Rollin' up some of that stank (Sheesh)
Let me
I'ma go hard in the paint (Paint)
Show these 'lor bitches the rank (Rank)
Dummy yo shit do not crank (Nah)
Help me
Yea
Yea
Yea (Yea)
Yea yea
Yea
Yeah
Aye
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Yea
Yea (Yea)
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Keep it trilla I done lost a couple niggas
Now a bitch ain't been the same
A suicide ain't meant for you and I
But I'll rip a bitch up out the game
A nigga try to take me off
Take 'em to his maker
Let 'em feel the pain
Ain't no Taylor Swift I'ma shake it off
Bring the cake out nigga
What's ya name?
Who you trickin' for?
Broke ass ain't getting tricked on
Niggas being conscious over coochie
And my woke ass getting licked on
I been Gucci I been getting healthy
P-L-U-G crew we getting wealthy
Frienemies I'm cool on moving stealthy
On my knees pray to God that he can help me
(Help me)
Mmm
Help me
I think I'm losing my brain (Brain)
I think I had too much drank (Drank)
Rollin' up some of that stank (Sheesh)
Let me
I'ma go hard in the paint (Paint)
Show these 'lor bitches the rank (Rank)
Dummy yo shit do not crank (Nah)
Help me
All of this food on my plate
('Lor bitch)
Eatin' like I never ate
('Lor bitch)
Beatin' my chest I'ma ape and shit
Buck fifty I'm 'finna scrape a bitch
Straight in the middle it's hit or miss
Come for yo neck and yo kitchen sis
I cannot get it together I'm sicko
Ain't on my level I switch up the tempo
Aggressive I tear a bitch right out the limo
Hood in the holly I'm real get the memo
Paranoid I gotta roll up the endo
Scared of my shadow I see in the window
Chances is slim like a thread in a pinhole
Knew I was chosen since I was a kiddo
Bitch is you kidding?
This shit ain't a joke
You coming for clout
And I'm gunning for throats
And the smoke it ain't nothin' but oxygen (Bow!)
And I hope you ain't think you was stopping shit
Bitches be mad 'cause I'm bad and I'm popping shit (Bow!)
Gimme some space in the ring when I enter
Bring out ya best and believe I'ma get her
Forgive me God 'cause I know that I'm a sinner
But tell me, is they really fuckin' wit this hoe?
No!
Mmm
Help me
I think I'm losing my brain (Brain)
I think I had too much drank (Drank)
Rollin' up some of that stank (Sheesh)
Let me
I'ma go hard in the paint (Paint)
Show these 'lor bitches the rank (Rank)
Dummy yo shit do not crank (Nah)
Help me
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Writer(s): Kamaria Hall
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