No help (OG) lyrics

[Chorus]
Eighty bands in a Duffy (Aye)
That hoe say she love me (Yeah)
Why these hoes tryna cuff me (Yeah)
Bullet holes in his tummy (Aye)
That boy soft like a puppy
Bands in my pockets, they chubby (Aye)
Ridin' 'round and I'm shootin' sh*t (Aye)
You know Mar, keep the coolin' kit (Aye)
Why these n*ggas tryna f*ck with me
I'on know but I'm not going for it
Sitting back, I'm countin' bands (Yeah)
I'm tryna f*ck on her friend (Yeah)
Make that money, contraband (Okay)
No help, no hand (Okay)

[Verse]
In this hoe with my man’s
I’ma fly that b*tch out to France (Yeah)
He talking down, he a fan
The tooly, I pull it out it go bam (Yeah)
She on my di*k for the bag, I tell her i text yo' ass when i land (Yeah)
She on my di*k for the cash, I tell her to get the f*ck in the cab
I got lil’ Percocet on the beat
Boy that’s yo' hoe looking at me
I put that rick on my feet (Yeah)
Had to throw away the balenci (Yeah)
Me and your hoe, in the lobby (Yeah)
I hit a jug no sorries (Yeah)
I don’t know why n*ggas copy (Yeah)
But these boys can’t do it like me (Ha-Ha)
Can’t do it like me
[Chorus]
Eighty bands in a Duffy (Aye)
That hoe say she love me (Yeah)
Why these hoes tryna cuff me (Yeah)
Bullet holes in his tummy (Aye)
That boy soft like a puppy
Bands in my pockets, they chubby (Aye)
Ridin' 'round and I'm shootin' sh*t (Aye)
You know Mar, keep the coolin' kit (Aye)
Why these n*ggas tryna f*ck with me
I'on know but I'm not going for it
Sitting back, I'm countin' bands (Yeah)
I'm tryna f*ck on her friend (Yeah)
Make that money, contraband (Okay)
No help, no hand (No)