21 Savage – Help Me Lyrics

21 Savage – Help Me Lyrics
Help Me
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    "Help Me." - 21 Savage

    Album: Slaughter King
    Track No: 14
    Help me, can you help me?
    I got fifty bags of gas, can you help me?
    I just cooked another brick, can you help me?
    Help me, can you help me?
    I pulled up in a Fisker then I pulled off in a Tesla
    Thought this shit was sweet, I left his ass on a stretcher
    I don't catch feelings, I'm too busy catching death tolls
    Pull up in the trenches, pull up in the trenches!
    I said that shit on woe, dog
    I got the juice like O-Dog
    I got 'caine like I'm Kane
    Me and Lotto in that fucking Fisker switching lanes
    Pull up on a pussy **** and fuck on his main
    I just spent a fifty-thousand dollars on a chain
    I just spent a twenty on a motherfucking ring
    Young Savage bitch, I got this shit off cocaine
    Skrt, skrt, skrt
    Pull up on your bitch and give her that skrr
    Pull up on your bitch and drop that work
    Yeah, and I'm still getting paid
    Bitches getting slaughtered, man these bitches getting slayed
    Keep that Glock 40, dare a **** to touch my chain
    I shoot this motherfucker like my name Max Payne
    Help me, can you help me?
    I got fifty bags of gas, can you help me?
    I just cooked another brick, can you help me?
    Help me, can you help me?
    I pulled up in a Fisker then I pulled off in a Tesla
    Thought this shit was sweet, I left his ass on a stretcher
    I don't catch feelings, I'm too busy catching death tolls
    I'm a dog like Michael Vick
    I used to sell them Michael Vicks
    I can't even lie, I ain't never sold a brick
    But I got some partners who done really sold them bricks
    Young Savage bitch and I done really hit them licks
    I really put that pistol on these pussy ****'s shit
    Run up on a ****, better take a **** shit
    If your diamond's hitting you could take a **** bitch
    I hit four hundred and went a bought a 'vette
    Your diamonds so cloudy, who the fuck sold you that shit?
    You know damn well don't no Rolex fucking tick
    Get your motherfucking money up ****, try again ****, 21
    Oil based dope, I gotta try again
    Dope got wet, it gotta dry again
    Pussy ass rappers telling lies again
    Help me, can you help me?
    I got fifty bags of gas, can you help me?
    I just cooked another brick, can you help me?
    Help me, can you help me?
    I pulled up in a Fisker then I pulled off in a Tesla
    Thought this shit was sweet, I left his ass on a stretcher
    I don't catch feelings, I'm too busy catching death tolls

    Writer(s): 21 Savage.

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