"Help Him Find It" lyrics
Buford
Ayy, ugh
Shit, bitch
Ayy, you niggas done started me, you know?
Ugh, real Murda Worth shit
Huh, Cali'? Like, I ain't even fuckin' know this shit, man
You know how the fuck we rockin', man
I'm still smokin' 27, bitch!
You know I ain't with the flexin', bitch!
If you get caught up then you gonna snitch! Ayy
KA$HDAMI gon' run to his mommy when we do a hit! Ayy
Ah, shit!
How in the fuck is you Brim and you keep throwin' up Crip?
Ah, shit! Shit!
Lil' ass kid, he finna get his body thrown in a ditch!
Big ass 'Wood, I'm startin' to get high than a bitch!
Slid through his hood, we snuck up on 'em, then he got blicked!
Haha, niggas always wanna diss me, man, fuck off my dick, man
Y'all wanna take auto-tune off, wanna go no auto
Man, put some energy in that shit, bitch!
Have you did a hit? Bitch, never
Dissin' on me? Bitch, clever
I guess that's the only way niggas find leverage
Kick through his door, up the Glock, then stretch 'em
Maybe when that happens, he'll get the message
Know where I'm at, lil' boy, I'm in Texas
I'm not with the dissin', nigga, I'm respondin'
Imagine bein' in a cell with no clock, you cryin'
The ARP hit his back, now, I got that lil' boy lookin' around like, "Why?"
Niggas only diss me 'cause I'm fire
Niggas takin' my flow 'cause I'm fire
We gon' kick in his door with the fire
Then hit his momma in the mind
How in the fuck is you dissin' the Dart Gang, bitch, you don' lost yo' mind
He don' lost his mind, we gon' up that .9, spill his brain and help him find it, bitch
Ayy
You know niggas wanna speak on me, like-
I ain't with the dissin', you know?
I'm just-respondin', you know?
Like, niggas say I be cappin' on the 'net, but-
Stop playin' on my fuckin' name, nigga
You a lame ass lil' nigga, boy
Internet niggas, man
King of no auto, man, go
Ayy, ugh
Shit, bitch
Ayy, you niggas done started me, you know?
Ugh, real Murda Worth shit
Huh, Cali'? Like, I ain't even fuckin' know this shit, man
You know how the fuck we rockin', man
I'm still smokin' 27, bitch!
You know I ain't with the flexin', bitch!
If you get caught up then you gonna snitch! Ayy
KA$HDAMI gon' run to his mommy when we do a hit! Ayy
Ah, shit!
How in the fuck is you Brim and you keep throwin' up Crip?
Ah, shit! Shit!
Lil' ass kid, he finna get his body thrown in a ditch!
Big ass 'Wood, I'm startin' to get high than a bitch!
Slid through his hood, we snuck up on 'em, then he got blicked!
Haha, niggas always wanna diss me, man, fuck off my dick, man
Y'all wanna take auto-tune off, wanna go no auto
Man, put some energy in that shit, bitch!
Have you did a hit? Bitch, never
Dissin' on me? Bitch, clever
I guess that's the only way niggas find leverage
Kick through his door, up the Glock, then stretch 'em
Maybe when that happens, he'll get the message
Know where I'm at, lil' boy, I'm in Texas
I'm not with the dissin', nigga, I'm respondin'
Imagine bein' in a cell with no clock, you cryin'
The ARP hit his back, now, I got that lil' boy lookin' around like, "Why?"
Niggas only diss me 'cause I'm fire
Niggas takin' my flow 'cause I'm fire
We gon' kick in his door with the fire
Then hit his momma in the mind
How in the fuck is you dissin' the Dart Gang, bitch, you don' lost yo' mind
He don' lost his mind, we gon' up that .9, spill his brain and help him find it, bitch
Ayy
You know niggas wanna speak on me, like-
I ain't with the dissin', you know?
I'm just-respondin', you know?
Like, niggas say I be cappin' on the 'net, but-
Stop playin' on my fuckin' name, nigga
You a lame ass lil' nigga, boy
Internet niggas, man
King of no auto, man, go
