BLOCKSTAR TF - Help Me

Come on, I'm finna slide this bihh though
I wasn't even go hop on this bihh but
I'm finna
I'm finna slide this hoe though
On God
Hold on
Hold on, get this motherfuckin blunt back
Get this blunt back
Gotta slide this bihh gang
Baby can you help me
Ayy, Pass me them motherfuckin head sets
I'm finna slide this hoe
Baby can you help me
Baby can you help me
I've been tryna run this money up
Leave the snakes alone
All these bitches doin' file shit this shit get more than old
I've been clutchin' on my fuckin' steel
When I'm out alone
I be everywhere late at night you'll think a nigga clone
Drinkin' all this motherfuckin lean
Got a kidney stone
I just want a bad bitch to hold me down just watch the tone
When a nigga swingin'over
Baby you pick up the phone
You be outside with your friends thinkin' that you fuckin' grown
I'm sprayin' bullets on the opps
Like this shit cologne
Fuckin' on that bitch this ho look bad
I think she love the moan
When I roll me up a wood
I get in my fuckin' zone
Lovin' on this bitch
She stick beside me like my backbone
But do you love me
Or you trust me
Niggas tried to cross me out
Before I had the up's G
Slidin' back to back up in these rentals
I'm talkin' bout no ski
Catch your ass fuckin' lacking
I'm shootin' this bitch, A guarantee
I say they can't fuck with me
It's a different time I'm on
I been tryin' to chase the cheese
The only time I'm out alone
These hoes, they be trippin
Don't know what the fuck these hoes be on
Niggas goin' sad about that pussy
Mane you dead wrong
I just wanna fuck your bitch one time
Send her back and thong
My bitch, she been cheatin' on me
Ho better bring her ass home
Drinkin' out this Henny bottle
This right here ain't styrofoam
He ain't really gettin' money
I stay in'em private home
If I keep on fuckin' off
Fuck it, I'm gon' die alone
Opps think we ain't lurking
Whole time we flyin' fuckin' drones
Got them fuckin' hundreds
And them fifties lined up in a row
I been hopin' that I make it
I'm just finna sell my soul
I been walkin' round with artillery
But this different pole
I can't fuck with that lil' bitch
That lil' hoe got belly rolls
I been slidin' in this scat
Hopin' that I make it home
I just bought a AP for my wrist
This bitch a two-tone
But do you love me
Or you trust me
Niggas try to cross me out
Before I had the up's G
Slidin' back to back up in the rentals
Talkin' bout no ski
If I catch your ass lacking
I'm shooting this bitch, a guarantee
But these niggas can't fuck with me
I'ma get my lick back
Even though this shit get ugly
I'ma ice your wrist out, baby
Can you please not bug me
Most these niggas got off on me
But that ass just got lucky
I ain't worried about no bitch
I say, nigga, but me
If I tell you real, baby
Just don't try to judge me

Written by:
Marrion Rose

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