Yung Fume – Help You Out (ft. Lil Durk) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Yung Fume is out with a new single titled “Help You Out” which features Lil Durk. Listen, watch the video, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by X-Trac & Forrest Beats.

Yung Fume Help You Out

The sound of drill has traveled across the world. There are pockets of Asia, Europe and, Australia that have taken the sound and formed it into something of their own but whether it’s Brooklyn or London, Chicago will always be home to drill music. In recent times, the UK drill scene has bubbled alongside its Brooklyn counterpart with producers like Axl and 808Melo.

Now, things are coming full circle as we witness the forefathers of drill extend their arm out to other pockets of the world that have been influenced by them. This week, Lil Durk and Yung Fume reconnected for their new single, “Help Me Out.” Over an eerie drill beat with a saxophone that gives off heavy jazz vibes, the two rappers reflects on loyalty and betrayal in the street and in the rap game.

Yung Fume – Help You Out (ft. Lil Durk) (prod. X-Trac & Forrest Beats)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(Forrest Beats)

[Chorus: Yung Fume & Lil Durk]
I tried to give you people help, I tried to help you out (Yeah)
Never let my people fail, I’ll never sell you out
And if my brothers go jail, I’m gonna bail you out (Bail you out)
These groupies on me for some clout
Got some shooters on the low and they’ll L you out
Got some shooters on the low and they’ll L you out
Percocets and Xans now, bitch I am the man now (Yeah, yeah)
Catch his ass, man down
Lackin’ with his pants down (Yeah, yeah)

I tried to give you people help, I tried to help you out (Yeah)
Never let my people fail, I’ll never sell you out
And if my brothers go jail, I’m gonna bail you out (Bail you out)
These groupies on me for some clout
Got some shooters on the low and they’ll L you out
Got some shooters on the low and they’ll L you out
Percocets and Xans now, bitch I am the man now (Yeah, yeah)
Catch his ass, man down
Lackin’ with his pants down (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
One time he’ a shooter, the other minute they ain’t stand down (Stand down)
When you go to jail you love them bitches who ain’t stayin’ down (Yeah, yeah)
Wanna fuck a bitch but she gon’ tweak, I know she fan down (Fan down)
Me knowin’ my bitch, gon’ cut off my dick, when she find out
You told or not, nigga? That’s confusion (That’s confusion)
These real VVS’s, not infusions (Ooh woah)
They’ll try to count you out whenever you losin’
I used it for my motivation when I was losin’ (Oh)
I need you, you need me (You need me)
I lost you, I couldn’t think (I couldn’t think)
I lost you, I couldn’t breathe (I couldn’t breathe)
I’m just tryna get back, we ain’t grievin’
Walkin’ down the darkest road all alone, you left me alone
Get on my own, was my own, can you really leave me alone

[Chorus: Yung Fume & Lil Durk]
I tried to give you people help, I tried to help you out (Yeah)
Never let my people fail, I’ll never sell you out
And if my brothers go jail, I’m gonna bail you out (Bail you out)
These groupies on me for some clout
Got some shooters on the low and they’ll L you out
Got some shooters on the low and they’ll L you out
Percocets and Xans now, bitch I am the man now (Yeah, yeah)
Catch his ass, man down
Lackin’ with his pants down (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Yung Fume]
I tried to give you people help, I tried to help you out (Yeah)
Never let my people fail, I’ll never sell you out (Sell you out)
Ridin’ through the Dirty South (Ayy)
Trap money, now it’s money in the bank account
I was in the A smokin’ an ounce (Ounce)
Yeah, I was in the A my hitta hold a hunnid rounds
In the strip club, that’s the hookah lounge (Lounge)
If I tell my brother, “Pull it”, he gon’ pull it out
I ain’t tryna sign if the label ain’t talkin’ large ammounts
Trappin’ out my grandma house, rapping ’til I make it out
Clap him then I’m skatin’ out, uh (Oh, oh)
I’m skatin’ out
Only talkin’ money, you better pay me now
Bitches wanna fuck, yeah they tryna have my baby now (Ooh)
Me and Ladi on the grind, we seein’ paper, wow
So much sons in the game, tryna take my style
I’ma put tints on the Range ’cause I’m famous now (I’m famous now), yeah

[Chorus: Yung Fume & Lil Durk]
I tried to give you people help, I tried to help you out (Yeah)
Never let my people fail, I’ll never sell you out
And if my brothers go jail, I’m gonna bail you out (Bail you out)
These groupies on me for some clout
Got some shooters on the low and they’ll L you out
Got some shooters on the low and they’ll L you out
Percocets and Xans now, bitch I am the man now (Yeah, yeah)
Catch his ass, man down
Lackin’ with his pants down (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Yung Fume]
I tried to give you people help, I tried to help you out
Never let my people fail, I’ll never sell you out
Glow bullet, hmm, ooh woah
Got some shooters on the low and they’ll L you out (Yeah, yeah)
Got some shooters on the low and they’ll L you out (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Glow bullet