[Intro]

(New York City, you listen to me, if you’re near a convenience store right now, any type of 24-hour store, go into the store right now, and put your hand in the cash register for no reason)

(Ayo, this Nickk)

Uh, uh

[Chorus]

Baby I need Helmut, I need Raf

'Bout to cop Ksubi’s, throw it in the bag

Glock, it got extended mag, get like me

And I’m always on her mind

I'm there, rent free

Honestly

[Verse 1]

This nigga said he checking chicken out the bitch, like no way

We know that nigga ain’t finna shoot, put that pole away

And I heard yo girl finna choose, put yo ho away

My bitch finna come real soon, put yo clothes away

Baby, I’m just playing, I’m just cappin’

I be eatin’ up Hibachi, why these niggas eating rations?

And my Glock butt-naked, I need to cop me new attachments

I knew these niggas been pussy, I can tell by how they actin’

Ou-wee

Baby I got them,—uh

Baby I got them mood-swings

Baby I don’t know

Hop in a Scat, I’m gone

3.5, nigga, that strong

Don’t ask me to put you on

Nigga been broke for too long

I got shoes- [?]

[Chorus]

Baby I need Helmut, I need Raf

'Bout to cop Ksubi’s, throw it in the bag

Glock, it got extended mag, get like me

And I’m always on her mind

I'm there, rent free

Honestly

[Verse 2]

[?] bout these niggas ain’t got no mack

[?] broke as fuck, and they still mad

I don’t get that, flexing all them lil’ racks

Lil’ nigga put it back

Lil’ nigga put it back

I fucked my dream girl with the lights on

She shaking ass in the club soon as it’s my song

You pushing thirty [?] ass can't even put you on

Correct me if I’m wrong, but you took too long

Correct me if I’m wrong, we should get it uh-uh

Im that type of nigga that like being alone

Stop asking questions bout shit because I’m too strung

Stop asking questions bout shit because I’m too strung, uhhh