Self-Control Lyrics

Whole lotta shit got me fucked up

I know it's my fault

If it wasn't my pops I'd prolly crash

I know it's my fault

Gotta plan I put my work in til the end

It's really yall fault

Niggas mad that I'm moving shit even

Fuck it I mean

U kno dat I'm different

Coulda been better u with me

Said that I'm losing u silly

Cannot get w me

Sending dem shots outta Bentley

Hiding we spot em

He missing

I climb to the honey like Winnie

Pull on my zipper she with me

She wanna fuck tryna get me

Ponta a rat

I promise he ain coming near where me

Handle dat business get busy

Shit a get sticky

Blood onna face of the watch

U thought that bitch was on its period

Boy u betta call it how it is

My yung nigga hittin dat block

He tryna run up all the bands

Betta tell em come up out that crib

Dey betta not sit innat spot

I promise we gon spin again

Nigga tryna run up then he dead

He might just get on channel 9

I promise we ain one of them

Praying after sin

Im only human i just might sin again

Self control the business

Show u who gon win

Charlie bit a nigga

Tryna get a hand

Shawty with a nigga but she gotta man

Nigga play it cool but I cant pretend

I kno that the only reason u wan fuck w me cause ian them

got that latex

Don't want that late text

I kno she pregnant

Imma fuck ha face then

I kno she pregnant

I might fuck her friend then

I Reverse the uno card that might be my bitch

Hold on man ion get no break

A Arm and a leg might be what it takes

I keep my distance I know dey fake

Reincarnated i know they late

Figure a couple niggas was eating my plate

Nigga steady trippin he actin real gay

Kno a thousand niggas a sit in ya face

Tell a bunch of lies

Turn around and hate

Reason I don't fuck w niggas

Steady friendly bobbin that be sucka niggas

Hop in front that blick and be a busta nigga

Steady runnin he might break a leg

Not a feen fa that pussy want head

Whole lotta shit got me fucked up

I know it's my fault

If it wasn't my pops I'd prolly crash

I know it's my fault

Gotta plan I put my work in til the end

It's really yall fault

Niggas mad that I'm moving shit even

Fuck it I mean

U kno dat I'm different

Coulda been better u with me

Said that I'm losing u silly

Cannot get w me

Sending dem shots outta Bentley

Hiding we spot em

He missing

I climb to the honey like Winnie

Pull on my zipper she with me

She wanna fuck tryna get me

Ponta a rat

I promise he ain coming near where me

Handle dat business get busy