Help Me Freestyle DaBoii

[Intro]
Baby, can you help me?
Baby, can you help me? Yeah
Baby, can you help me? Ayy, ayy
Can you help me?
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can you help me? Ayy
Baby, can you help me? (Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, bah)
Yeah, yeah
Can you help me? Yeah, whew
Baby, can you help me? Yeah, ayy
Can you help me? Ayy, ayy
Baby, can you help me? Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
I'm tryna get my life right, cut these bitches off
I ain't worried 'bout them niggas talkin', know thеm niggas soft
Everybody fakin', shit be hard to tell who rеally on
Bae, you know I love you, you the only one I'm trickin' on
Tell me that you love me, baby, quit with all the mind games
Talkin' 'bout that he solid, nigga floated when that time came
Niggas' is till trollin', I'm still mad that they ain't die yet
"DaBoii, how you up them many figures and ain't sign yet?"
These niggas hoes, bae, you know it's yours, bae
You ain't gotta teach me, give it to me, want the whole thing
When I pull up on you, Gucci, YSL cologne, bae
Pull up on you, eat it, you know I'm never in no ho face
Do you respect me? Can you neck me?
I don't give a fuck his name was Nike, couldn't check me
Shit, if I ain't right, shit ain't no problem, they correct me
Good dick put her sleep, when she wake up, shit, it was next week
Miss, better not test me
I ain't need a sneeze, lil' baby say she wanna bless me
Want this shit forever, told her ass she better not ex me
Know I blow that bag on what she want, she know the rest cheap
Bae, you know the rest cheap
Put it in her spine I got her geeked up on that dime, yeah
In love with you, yes, but I can't let you meet my mind, yeah
She ain't gotta ask it, she like, "DaBoii, is you right?"
Yeah, that nigga brother died, but he still live, lil' bitch, you dyin' next
You know the truth, bae, them hoes ain't you, bae
When I tell her no, her ass get mad, start havin' mood swings
We put belts to ass like niggas mama, so I'm Pootie Tang
She like, "Baby, do you really love me?" Yes, I do, bae
Lately, I been geekin', I can't even leave the streets 'lone
Still throw up the Bs, but I be stickin' to the G-code
It ain't even no phone, but baby got me on her ringtone
Go out of town and post it, let the people see what we on, baby, I'm a—