Helmets ft. Rundown 4 Lyrics

I love you, Perk

Hey Tim

Run down, fuck

Ten-Limit-ten-Limit, bitch

How about it

One hundred times for the glass when we postin' a brick

And this bitch with a cell, I'm still smokin' on C

Bet I get in that car before I make a dent

Jizzle Livin', you know that I'm snappin' that shit

I'm on too many drugs and this bitch, I'm exhausted

And a striker, that guy behind me, and I lost it

Nigga speakin' on Jizzle, his brain must've lost it

But that's cool, let it happen, cause brother here bought it

Ten for his head, I'ma bring that bitch back

Fuckin' Quay and Lil Hank in the back with a Mack

Tryna put a nigga up, nigga just wanna rap

And I'd book me for shit if I came around the strap

I don't give a fuck about trawlin'

Double G, bitch, nigga know that we bangin' for Jizzle

And a party, I ain't worried about shit

A.I., shut this bitch down cause I snuck in that Pilsner

Head tap gang, go get him some helpers

Head tap FaceTime his ass with that metal

Gray diggin' hit his lil' ass with his shovel

Don't call the police, just call the ref

Men run down, run shit, and I'm sick

Catch up on the town, on 10, I'ma stretch

I got this bitch face down, she finna give me that address

For this he dead, he just want extra