No Help

[Verse 1: Reesemoneybagz]

You know we got 30's I stay wit my gun no i don't need no help you run up im blastin I hop in a Aston, ride wit myself, we shippin them 30's im grippin my 30 under my belt im whippin that pot like a chef get right or get left like fuck it just run up a check [2x]

[Verse 2: Reesemoneybagz]

Lets run up a check, you run and get wet Giuseppe get hold of yo neck just got a fat check just fuck yo bitch and we just met im sorry i bought her neck niggas just mad cause we just flex we treat these lil bitches like pets no I don't want sex lil baby just gimmie that neck delete her number like my ex bitch I am a beast in the streets wit the heat you want beef .223 will knock you off yo feet don't argue on Insta not talkin on Twitter im pullin the trigger nigga we can meet im rollin up cookies and woods in Cali im smokin on fuck donald trump trees I call her lil pookie he slide wit that Uzi you know we got choppers knockin down trees

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