No Help DudeyLo

[Intro]
It's that DudeyLo nigga man
Every fuckin' track you heard?
Shot after fuckin' shot, nigga, ah, ah
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
(Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
Where he goin'?
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
He right there, he right there
Ayo, get that nigga!
Baow, baow, baow, baow, nigga
Ah, ah, ah, ah

[Chorus]
Spin through on a bike, like I’m Deebo (What?)
Doo Wop got packed, disappeared like he Nemo (Doo Wop)
I—I’m spinnin blocks, so we callin' him Rico
Bro at they door tryna shoot through they peephole
Like, she a thot, no I do not need her
She gon' line who? Now I might wanna meet her
Like—Like, let her throw that shit back while I beat it
L—L—Like, I won’t stop till I see that she creamin'
I-I’m like brodie, I think that we here
This where they take pictures and post on the gram
That's PTSD, almost threw on a fan
Like, told my gun that you better not jam
Word to my dead I took trips
And, word to my dead they ran Rick
I was on 8th, actin' bad with the 5th
Like, ask twin, on bro, I threw 6