Lyrics GlokkNine – I Don’t Need No Help

I don’t need no help, bitch I got it by myself
Drive-by hit the trunk, left him skunked, that boy was slumped
Michael Jordan, Glock-23, forty piece, ayy
You can cuff the bop but that bitch still gon’ run the team

Got this off the muscle, no handouts, don’t give me shit
Oh yeah I bough that boy, I got off a counterfeit
G’s move in silence, lil boy don’t say no more
Creepin’ at your door, knock three times and swing that ho
When I get that deal, who done starved with me, they eatin’
Runnin’ with the steel, I thought you shootin’, he ain’t squeezin’
I’m taxin’ on the feature, ain’t no gettin’ fame on me
I love totin’ them Rugers, run up, watch how that bitch sneeze
I took too many L’s after L after L
Now I’m raisin’ hell ’cause I can’t settle for an L
Niggas overlooked me now they tellin’ me I’m next
Words from a youngin, fuck advice, go chase a check
She just want the sex, but lil Nine just want the neck
Surfin’ in the wave, Tokyo, bitch catch my drift
Robberies through the week, I like the sack, call me the Grinch
I remember on the bench, now I’m startin’ number six
Bitches played me dirty, lower than the fuckin’ roots
I ain’t talkin’ 2Pac, but I say I got the juice
Fakin’, ain’t gon’ shoot, run up, watch just what it do
My life just like a movie, top shottas, thirty crew, ooh
Playin’ with your life, sayin’ you want smoke with me
LOL a bitch, I’m quick to pass her to a team

I don’t need no help, bitch I got it by myself
Drive-by hit the trunk, left him skunked, that boy was slumped
Michael Jordan, Glock-23, forty piece, ayy
You can cuff the bop but that bitch still gon’ run the team
You want a forty load, lil boy come shop with YJB
You really not the plug, lil boy you just the refugee
I’m just tryna make it, get that scrilla, feed the team
Ran off on the plug, buck the jack, I’m pullin’ schemes, yeah