Helmut

[Intro]
(New York City, you listen to me, if you’re near a convenience store right now, any type of 24-hour store, go into the store right now, and put your hand in the cash register for no reason)
(Ayo, this Nickk)
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
Baby I need Helmut, I need Raf
'Bout to cop Ksubi’s, throw it in the bag
Glock, it got extended mag, get like me
And I’m always on her mind
I'm there, rent free
Honestly

[Verse 1]
This nigga said he checking chicken out the bitch, like no way
We know that nigga ain’t finna shoot, put that pole away
And I heard yo girl finna choose, put yo ho away
My bitch finna come real soon, put yo clothes away
Baby, I’m just playing, I’m just cappin’
I be eatin’ up Hibachi, why these niggas eating rations?
And my Glock butt-naked, I need to cop me new attachments
I knew these niggas been pussy, I can tell by how they actin’
Ou-wee
Baby I got them,—uh
Baby I got them mood-swings
Baby I don’t know
Hop in a Scat, I’m gone
3.5, nigga, that strong
Don’t ask me to put you on
Nigga been broke for too long
I got shoes- [?]

[Chorus]
Baby I need Helmut, I need Raf
'Bout to cop Ksubi’s, throw it in the bag
Glock, it got extended mag, get like me
And I’m always on her mind
I'm there, rent free
Honestly

[Verse 2]
[?] bout these niggas ain’t got no mack
[?] broke as fuck, and they still mad
I don’t get that, flexing all them lil’ racks
Lil’ nigga put it back
Lil’ nigga put it back
I fucked my dream girl with the lights on
She shaking ass in the club soon as it’s my song
You pushing thirty [?] ass can't even put you on
Correct me if I’m wrong, but you took too long
Correct me if I’m wrong, we should get it uh-uh
Im that type of nigga that like being alone
Stop asking questions bout shit because I’m too strung
Stop asking questions bout shit because I’m too strung, uhhh