No help (prod perc40) lyrics

(Chorus)

80 bands in a Duffy
That hoe, said she love me
Why these hoes tryna cuff me?
Bullet holes in his tummy
That boy soft, like a puppy
Bands, in my pockets they, chubby
Riding round, and I’m shootin’ sh*t (ay)
You know mar, keep that coolin’ kit (ay)
Why these n*ggas tryna f*ck with me?
Ion know but I’m not goin for you
Sittin’ back im countin’ bands
I’m tryna f*ck on her friend
Made that money, contraband (okay)
No help, no hand
In this hoe, with my mans
That b*tch suck me, no hands (yuh)
Talkin’ that boy he a fan
f*ckin’ that hoe put her on a cam
Why these n*ggas hate me?, I don’t really understand
I don’t really try to, I just get high till I land

(Pre-chorus)
Hit a juug for the cash (for the cash)
You ain’t get this sh*t back (hell no)
Lil’ hoe, call me dad
So I smack that hoe on hеr ass
Juug bro now I’m back
On the flight, jet-lag
He gеt little bands, just a tad
You want a feat boy imma tax
(Chorus)

80 bands in a Duffy
That hoe, said she love me
Why these hoes tryna cuff me?
Bullet holes in his tummy
That boy soft, like a puppy
Bands, in my pockets they, chubby
Riding round, and I’m shootin’ sh*t (ay)
You know mar, keep that coolin’ kit (ay)
Why these n*ggas tryna f*ck with me?
Ion know but I’m not goin for you
Sittin’ back im countin’ bands
I’m tryna f*ck on her friend
Made that money, contraband (okay)
No help, no hand