Gudda Chyld - Don't Help Me Lyrics

Man that's crazy, look how they want play it tho
But watch the switch up
Watch the Scorpio get back ya heard me, iiight
I was down bad on my ass, now my foot up on they necks
Now I'm floorin on this gas
I pump diesel and smoke tracks
See my money up, don't act, they was kickin me on my back
You done lost all your respect, now I'm grinding like I'm mad
Help me, baby, can you help me? They gon' have to save you, better yet, don't help me
Because that time I was down bad, Had to find you
Not too long ago, I was that dude you was just crying to
Oh, now you say you ain't ask for it, I ain't the one to be lying to
That's why I just dog a bitch, send them right back to who they used to
Yeah, I been official
No friends unless it's beneficial
I play these hoes like instrumentals, Don't listen to 'em like the lyrics to 'em
Help me, by not helpin' me, you can step, but just don't step to me
Get the wrong message, now I'm opt out
I'm good, baby, don't message me
I'm always saying, "numbers don't lie
Except for Twelve or the Five-O"
From a small big city, big on survival
I don't trust Nathanial, man, I barely trust the Bible
Place my right hand to it, lying down like a tired hoe
Shout out all the trappers that be trappin' cause they trapped in
Done pushed so many painkillers, had to pop a aspirin
For all my guys that's locked up, that be sittin' for a minute
Hope y'all be home any second, put a period to that sentence, ah
I'ma break a bitch down, I'ma big dawg with a big log
Know I got that toxic dick, my shit, had came with fentanyl
I done hit so many angles, find a way to fit it all
Bitch, don't call my line no more, like Algiers, you'll get cut off
Who are these niggas?
Do I even know you?
Why you tryna dap me?
Ain't my potna, what they told you?
Get up off my dick, this for your bitch and all her friends
So what you thinkin'? Just stop thinkin' that can really get you killed, dude
I be bumpin' Kendrick like I'm tryna be positive
Always thinkin' negative
So f*ck the world like prostitutes
The way I live, not Baby Boy
These lyrics don't apply to you
You either eat or get ate in New Orleans, we just see food
If my city turn their backs, I show them how I'm thee one
Be feelin' like don't play with me, be starin' right through thee gun
I can't get a check for you
No need for you to check for me
I don't need no help from you because it's really bad for me cause
I was down bad on my ass, now my foot up on they necks
Now I'm floorin' on this gas
I pump diesel and smoke tracks
See my money up, don't act, they was kickin' me on my back
You done lost all your respect
Now I'm grindin' like I'm mad
Help me, baby, can you help me
They gon' have to save you
Better yet, don't help me
Can you help me?
Baby, can you
They gon' have to save you
Better yet, don't, better yet don't
Better yet don't help me
(Ooouuu that VL nigga did that)