Help (feat. B.G.)

What's up man?

These Hot Boy$ back at it again, ya heard me?

Oh and it's Guerilla Warfare time

We got these ol' bitch ass **** scared

Look here

Luxury cars on chrome, I play that

Five figure bonds on charges, I'd paid that

Ounces of coke at a young age, look I weighed that

My clique done blowed up you know haters, they hate that

Come around me with a bad bitch, you know I'ma take that

Put a chopper in my hand, and watch how quick I sprayed that

Drop a track, watch how quick I go and lace that

Cash Money, I don't think y'all **** could really fade that

Beef with me, I don't think you ready to face that

Put money in front of me, watch how quick I chase that

**** give me the weed, man, I'm ready to blaze that

I'm a man, if it's my charge, I gotta take that

Mouth off yo brains and I'ma have to waste that

K bullets burn, keep talkin' and watch you taste that

I'm so large, I gotta phone, the Feds can't trace that

You gotta respect, I'm a fool, how you love that

Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"

Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help

They on fire, they goin' burn me, somebody help

They got guns, they goin' shoot, somebody help

Please, somebody help

Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"

Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help

They got guns, they goin' shoot, somebody help

They on fire, they goin' burn me, somebody help

Please, somebody help

Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"

****, my clique raw, play it us we blow shit

We was trained for war, believe we act a fool, bitch

We take situations far, we don't play no games, bitch

We pull on side the car, pull out the K's, flame shit

We on another level, y'all stuck on the same shit

CMB came through, now we done rearranged shit

We got the game locked, these wannabe soldiers ain't shit

Y'all ain't from uptown, can't come up Valence & Magnolia, bitch

We don't wear suits, we wear tees, 'Bauds and Reez

We drink Absolut, got baguettes on our Rollies

Y'all know we drive fine cars, Lexus and Benzies

I don't know what make you think you could fuck wit B.G

Not in a million years, you could come and top this

I got one **** who do my beats for a fresh rock shit

Give him five or ten minutes, he goin' drop a hot hit

Fuck that other ****, them Hot Boy$ come in and shot shit

Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"

Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help

They on fire, they goin' burn me, somebody help

They got guns, they goin' shoot, somebody help

Please, somebody help

Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"

Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help

They on fire, they goin' burn me, somebody help

They got guns, they goin' shoot, somebody help

Please, somebody help

Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"

These Hot Boy$ on top, trained for drama

No way you goin' run, try to hide, we goin' find ya

If you forgot, it's my job to remind ya

We bust twos, playa haters we misuse

I don't give a fuck, I bruise, ****

If you ain't know, Cash Money straight fools ****

Now Baby got the 'tillery duct off fo' sho'

Me and Lil' Weezy, jumpin' out the two door

Lexus coupe with the combat boots on

Soldier fatigue, ready to get our shoot on

**** goin' bleed

You heard of us, we murderers, and dangerous

Ain't no serving us, we creep silent like burglarers

We busting our bang, that's off top, we trill

We don't fuck with the lame, we all real

And we about our motherfucking chains

We do or die for life

We represent to the fullest, and we ride tonight

Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"

Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help

They on fire, they goin' burn me, somebody help

They got guns, they goin' shoot, somebody help

Please, somebody help

Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"

Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help

They on fire, they goin' burn me, somebody help

They got guns, they goin' shoot, somebody help

Please, somebody help

Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"

Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help

They on fire, they goin' burn me, somebody help

They got guns, they goin' shoot, somebody help

Please, somebody help

Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"

It's like that ya heard me? (Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help")

We told you them **** need help right now

We steal and fuck shit up ya heard me?

Screamin' just like that man, not everybody goin' be Hot Boy$

But **** know who the original Hot Boy$ is

Ya heard me?

It ain't no secret

Them Cash Money millionaires, man

That's the motherfucking real, original Hot Boy$

Everybody wanna be Hot Boy$

Boy that's cold, that's sorry

**** know they sorry for that, too

But it's all gravy

I ain't trippin'

Ya heard me?

We laying it down

And it ain't no secret

You need to get ya own shit

Damn, why you have to run with our shit?

We put this shit together

We the originators

Yeah

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