No Help

[Intro]
It's that DudeyLo nigga man
Every fuckin' track you heard?
Shot after fuckin' shot, nigga, ah, ah
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
(Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Where he goin'?
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
He right there, he right there
Ayo, get that nigga!
Bow, bow, bow, bow, nigga
Ah, ah, ah, ah

[Chorus]
Spin through on a bike, like I’m Deebo (What?)
Doo Wop got packed, disappeared like he Nemo (Doo Wop)
I—I’m spinnin blocks, so we callin' him Rico
Bro at they door tryna shoot through they peephole
Like, she a thot, no I do not need her
She gon' line who? Now I might wanna meet her
Like—Like, let her throw that shit back while I beat it
L—L—Like, I won’t stop till I see that she creamin'
I-I’m like brodie, I think that we here
This where they take pictures and post on the gram
That's PTSD, almost threw on a fan
Like, told my gun that you better not jam
Word to my dead I took trips
And, word to my dead they ran Rick
I was on 8th, actin' bad with the 5th
Like, ask twin, on bro, I threw 6

[Verse]
Opp blocks, like, yeah, I done cleared those
Opp thots, me and brodie done shared those
.40 so loud, that shit fuck with my earlobes
I got my gun, nigga, why would I fear yours? (baow)
We go to they side, nigga, everything dead (Everything dead)
Like they know how I get off the meds
I ain’t wanna do this, but they got me fed
Like, D— got shot in his neck (Diddy)
We come to that lot (Like)
No, we ain’t comin' to box
Bitch, I’m from Harlem, I came to the Bronx
5 deep, 5 chops, tryna see something drop (Ahh)
What they know about pain? (Like, what?)
Sheddin' tears, sheddin' blood for the gang
We done caught packs, next day, made it rain
And my dreadhead 'ooter gon' pop out and flame (SB)
L—L—Like, we don’t say Rick, we say Relly (Relly, Relly)
Try to run, put the dot where his head be
A—A—A—And I’m still on that block, totin' Kelly
I’m in a bad mood, so, you better not test me

[Bridge]
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Buh bah bah bah bah
Buh bah bah bah bah bah bah

[Chorus]
Spin through on a bike, like I’m Deebo
Doowop got packed, disappeared like he Nemo
I-I’m spinning blocks so we calling him Rico
Bro at they door tryna shoot through they peephole
Like she a thot, no I do not need her
She gon' line who? Now I might wanna meet her
Like-Like let her throw that shit back while I beat it
L-Like, I won’t stop till I see that she creamin'
I-I’m like brodie, I think that we here
This where they take pictures and post on the gram
That's PTSD, almost threw on a fan
Like, told my gun that you better not jam
Word to my dead I took trips
And, word to my dead they ran Rick
I was on 8th, actin' bad with the 5th
Like, ask twin, on bro, I threw 6