HowMayIHelpYou (feat. Icewatch)
Posted up like, "How may I help you?"
Hope you pray to whatever God that'll help you
When I pull up, I make sure that these suckers see me
Three M painted Chevy, fuck a Lamborghini
Rollin' up, no speaking, bitch, what I tell you?
Say I got a sock hop
Don't know what I've been through
Stripes on the mic
She blow it and then I send her home
Monogram, having a ciggie
Need to leave the bitch alone
BONES be the deity
Froze, but I got that heat on me
Properly get it poppin'
I chop 'em up with that guillotine
Pockets on creatine
Neck, what you know? Fuck
Brain-dead rocks, and my chain slanging boulders
Posted up like, "How may I help you?"
Hope you pray to whatever God that'll help you
When I pull up, I make sure that these suckers see me
Three M painted Chevy, fuck a Lamborghini, what?
Ice watch, when you dropping next?
Don't even bother asking
My jeans came from Tokyo
My neck, got that from Aspen
I'm laughing, to the bank with it
Brand new stick, I paint with it
Like Elton John, I hate bitches
That rocket man, I stay with it
Left hand full of blues
I move where the money do, boy
When your bitch is taking trips, she taking dick
And you ain't have a clue, boy
My Tesla drive itself, it took me to your house (I'm here)
With an extra wide trunk
So watch your fucking mouth, bitch
Posted up like, "How may I help you?"
Hope you pray to whatever God that'll help you
When I pull up, I make sure that these suckers see me
Three M painted Chevy, fuck a Lamborghini
Rollin' up, no speaking, bitch, what I tell you?
Say I got a sock hop
Don't know what I've been through
Stripes on the mic
She blow it and then I send her home
Monogram, having a ciggie
Need to leave the bitch alone
BONES be the deity
Froze, but I got that heat on me
Properly get it poppin'
I chop 'em up with that guillotine
Pockets on creatine
Neck, what you know? Fuck
Brain-dead rocks, and my chain slanging boulders
Posted up like, "How may I help you?"
Hope you pray to whatever God that'll help you
When I pull up, I make sure that these suckers see me
Three M painted Chevy, fuck a Lamborghini, what?
Ice watch, when you dropping next?
Don't even bother asking
My jeans came from Tokyo
My neck, got that from Aspen
I'm laughing, to the bank with it
Brand new stick, I paint with it
Like Elton John, I hate bitches
That rocket man, I stay with it
Left hand full of blues
I move where the money do, boy
When your bitch is taking trips, she taking dick
And you ain't have a clue, boy
My Tesla drive itself, it took me to your house (I'm here)
With an extra wide trunk
So watch your fucking mouth, bitch
Posted up like, "How may I help you?"
Credits
Writer(s): Elmo O Connor, Logan Walden
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