Help Me Up Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah

Nah nah nah

What's goin on?

I been MIA so I know its hard to see me

I don't wanna be you and you could never be me

He don't really ball for real, nigga in the g-league

Put her hands on top her eyes she blinded by the VVS

He want smoke yeah yeah we could light it

I got demons on me I been tryna fight em

Beefing on the internet you tryna get indicted

Hit a power play the only time I get excited

Playing disrespect now we steppin' on your neck

Who gone be there when I'm down, who gone help me up the steps

I ain't here to play around, if you coming come correct

I just wanted you around but I'm wishing you the best

All the shit that hurt me, I ain't heal yet

I made you feel a way that you ain't never feel yet

You send her all that money how you didn't kill yet

Got 2 4's in the studio ain't meet Shaquille yet

I can't sit back nigga I'm a pack runner

Money orgy pink 50's fuck the blue hunnids

Fuck a ounce tell the plug I need 2 dozens

G lock know to talk a lot, it never jam it never stutter

I was hoping you would slide by

I was hoping you could come my way

I never wanted to say bye-bye

No, you trynna keep me away

She could put on any style, she could pick and choose

Good hair, good lips, good pussy too

I been on a money run, good money too

All colors green money, red money, blue

She get money, my Balenciaga baddie

I might get you some if you send me the addy

Love it when you get on top and cream and call me daddy

This ain't no suburban nah we hoppin' out a caddy

Playing disrespect now we steppin' on your neck

Who gone be there when I'm down, who gone help me up the steps

I ain't here to play around, if you coming come correct

I just wanted you around but I'm wishing you the best

All the shit that hurt me, I ain't heal yet

I made you feel a way that you ain't never feel yet

You send her all that money how you didn't kill yet

Got 2 4's in the studio ain't meet Shaquille yet

I wake up having motion I ain't sign a deal yet

And no I can't get tired I ain't make a mil yet

I gotta get you back you don't feel how I feel yet

I miss all the bros that shit don't feel real yet

I was on the corner I was sellin' to the fiends

Ballin' everyday feel like Jabbar-Abdul Kareem

Thought it was a one-on-one but that bitch for the team

Moving shit like Escobar but I be smoking trees