I Don't Need No Help (Glokknine Remix|Explicit) - NLE Choppa

Lyrics by：Bryson Potts

Yeah huh uh yeah yeah

Huh uh huh yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah huh uh

Huh uh huh uh

Slick rick type of n***a 'cause I'm a bad b***h getter

Poppin' painkiller uh higher than a plane n***a

Yeah yeah yeah

You a lame you ain't gang so

I can't hang with ya no

Touch my chain bang bang snatch

A n***a brain n***a

Uh got a pole on my hip ain't

No fightin' ain't no fightin'

I strike a n***a with this 30 like some lightning

Just like some lightning

I hit her for the night I don't do no wifin'

Don't do no wifin'

I f**k her then delete her yeah I'm so triflin'

I'm so triflin'

Real real real real real savage I'm a savage

I don't f**k with that b***h if she average if she average

I got a bad stripper b***h named ashley ashley

She taste like candy do you understand me

Candy yeah

Hop out the car brand new 'vette

Ice on my wrist audemar patek

Brand new chain ice on my neck got tired of the drac'

And I copped me a tec

I'm up all night I don't get rest

I'm catchin' these flights and chasin' a check

Lil baby she wet I don't want sex

Open your mouth and give me your neck

Uh give me your neck yeah give me your neck

Keep your pants on just want the neck

The neck neck neck

Want the neck keep your pants on

For real b***h keep your pants on

I'm a slick rick type of n***a n***a

She wanna f**k with me because my bands bigger

My bands bigger

Pass me the blunt I don't do the liquor

No liquor

And your b***h a groupie wanna take a picture

And take a picture

I'm strapped up like a dyke or somethin'

I hope you don't try to take nothin'

What

My n***as strapped with army guns

Yeah you think I'm lyin'

I'll show you one rrah rrah

We up from the hip and we burn one

Bow bow bow bow

When I up you better dip that's your head son

That's your head son

Uh uh aight

That's your head son

When I up you better dip that's your head son

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah