truss me (Help Me Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Help me
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Help me, ah
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Help me
Help me, ah
Uh
Riddle (Riddle)
You know the vibes man, and you f*ckin' playin' that, man (Brr)
I don't worry 'bout none of these n*ggas, man
I don't worry 'bout nothing, man (Tss)
Wrist bussin', neck bussin', n*gga
Givenchy bag, I filled it up with money, n*gga ([?])
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
Givenchy bag and I filled it up with money (I filled it up with money)
I don't gotta ask, b*tch, I know you wanna f*ck me
See your gun, it's rusty, don't want your b*tch, she dusty (She dusty)
And I'm snaked out, I don't think that you should trust me (Tss)
I'm tryna shoot it out with anyone of y'all (Grr, grr)
I used to go and spend my whole re-up at the mall (I did)
And now I blow a bag and f*ck your b*tch inside the stall (I do)
I'm Mr. Riddle back again, he the one that always called (Riddle)
She want some di*k, I might go give it to her
He talkin' crazy on his Snap, I might go get my ruler
With all my chains on me, man, I just feel like Rick the Ruler (Bling)
I ask them, "Who the f*ck is jeweller?" This a pure Bermuda (Huh?)
The-these my momma's friends, they tryna f*ck, not into cougars (On God)
And I don't care 'bout nothin' he said, it's only on computers (b*tch)
And when I'm on my block, they in their house, my gang, we mute 'em (b*tch)
And I won't lie, I don't care 'bout where you from, I'm tryna shoot 'em (b*tch)
[Chorus]
Gettin' money like, "What the f*ck?" (Huh?)
They remember I was broke, I went and got it out the mud (Get out the mud)
I went, hopped on a plane and bought a phone and made it jump (Made it jump)
Every time I'm in my city, "Gucci Gang" like Lil Pump (Trap)

[Verse 2]
Uh, I been f*ckin' up her hair when I hit it from the back
I just went OT and back (And back), she just had a rack attack (Uh-huh)
She ain't never see no money till she met me, that's a fact (That's true)
All these VVs, how they dance (They bling), I bet she gon' let me slap
Why I'm quiet on the ground? 'Cause I've been bleachin' in the trap (Trap)
I don't got no time for that (Trap), I'm too busy flippin' packs
All designer in my closet, I go out, I mix and match (Lot of work)
Get your b*tch, hit from the back (Yeah), it's okay, I give her back

[Chorus]
Gettin' money like, "What the f*ck?" (Like, "What the f*ck?")
They remember I was broke, I went and got it out the mud (Get out the mud)
I went, hopped on a plane and bought a phone and made it jump (Trap)
Every time I'm in my city, "Gucci Gang" like Lil Pump (Trap, uh)

[Outro]
Help me
Help me, ah