Help (feat. Wicced) Songtext

I caught him out here lacking with no strap, he need some help
Help, help, help (Hеlp)
Yeah, now he screaming, "Hеlp"
I'ma fuck 'em all, bitches call me Longway Hef' (Hefner)

Hef', Hef', Hef', Hef', Hef', huh, huh, huh?
I talk to the judge like a motherfuckin' death
All I do is fuck exotic like I'm motherfuckin' Hef'
I just build a bitch a body, she couldn't do it by herself
Standing in the kitchen, cook a brick like I'm the chef
I just swiped a card in Jeffrey, Christian D the whole shelf
Fuck the profit up and wifey told 'em I'ma break a meth
The stick get hot like it's a Taki, shit might pop off by itself
Yeah, she think she my girl 'cause I fucked her for free
Spent a dub up on my teeth like it ain't nothing to me
Run that shit back like a deejay, spin that block just like a CD
Pimping these hoes all on eBay
Pimp, pimp, pimp, pimping
P and the pen for P, we shower, know I step in CC
VVS diamonds 3D, I cook a brick up in the jacuzzi Fox 5 with the uzi
Get hit with the stick, we gon' make 'em a movie
I need collateral, Tom Cruise
This pack like a battery, I need the bruise, bruise

Standing in the kitchen, cook a brick like I'm the chef
She just sucked my dick like I'm the last one left
Dior fresh as death, I spent a elbow just to step
Richard Millie, Michael Phelps
She brought some hoes, I need some help
Help (Help, help), help, help (Help me)
I think he need some help
I caught him out here lacking with no strap, he need some help
Help, help, help (Help)
Yeah, now he screaming, "Help"
I'ma fuck 'em all, bitches call me Longway Hef' (Hef-Hef-Hef-Hefner)

I just caught four vibes in a two door Benz and I'm by myself
My play just came from Birmingham with a hundred bags of death
My bitch call Longway Dillinger, I think like Johnny Depp
Got a fifty round mini Tommy gun, I think she need some help
Put six bucks in the twelve gauge like I walked out of Jeffrey
Them bricks came from Griselda, we step on 'em in Giuseppe
The stick gon' make 'em homeless way lil' homie screaming, "Help me"
Got a fifty round mini Tommy gun, I think she need some help

Wicced
Me and Longway swimming, bitch, it's like we Michael Phelps
That ice gon' dance on me like I just bust a brick of meth
I don't want to fuck, baby, go below the belt
Don't need your hand, don't need your help, yeah, yeah

Standing in the kitchen, cook a brick like I'm the chef
She just sucked my dick like I'm the last one left
Dior fresh as death, I spent a elbow just to step
Richard Millie, Michael Phelps
She brought some hoes, I need some help
Help (Help, help), help, help (Help me)
I think he need some help
I caught him out here lacking with no strap, he need some help
Help, help, help (Help)
Now he screaming, "Help"
I'ma fuck 'em all, bitches call me Longway Hef' (Hefner)
(That boy Cassius)