CANT HELP MYSELF ft. Fyelow Lyrics

I put ice around her, now you shinin', why the fuck you cryin'

I can't win for losing, I've been tryin' to make improvements

If it weren't no money in this rap, I'd probably still do it

Know I'm strapped like, why the fuck you ask? You ain't no interviewer

I can't help myself, I see a bad bitch and shoot my shot

She like, why I ain't say love you back? Cause bitch, I love you not

If I say I'm with my Rollie, that just mean I'm on the clock

I can't never change fasho, yeah, that's my bro, like Zack and Cody

I might pop out with that pole, like I'm AB put that shit on eem

She ain't go when I was broke, but now I'm up, I don't even want her

I'm so up, bitch, she got stuck, I'm knotted up, I'm gettin' swolen

Pockets they so deep, you open that bitch up, might hear the ocean

I ain't close to where I'm goin', but I'm far from where I came from

Ask me how it's goin', I just tell him, this shit goin' up

I can do it all, they still gon' act like I don't do enough

I can't help myself, she let me in that club, I shoot it up

I can't help myself because the Taylor Port done got me crazy

Usually I beat, delete, but tonight you might have my baby

Shit, I'm wildin', tweakin, geekin', I'm just bein' honest

All these niggas is my sons, but you ain't know just like, Adonis

My lil' babe October 10th, she never pay for rent

Versace fragrance got me bent because I love the scent

I only drive from A to B because I need some tints

Religious girl ask bout my hoes, I gave em up for Lent

I can't help myself, you see the fabric its goin' stupid

Smokin' Vin Diesel, FEMA hit my phone, like polluting

Please don't hit my phone, like what you on, you tryna track my movements

City hot as hell, but you can't tell because I'm always coolin

I be pushin' P, you sellin' dreams, oh okay you Ja-Rulin'

I done taught you everything you know, lil' baby, you a student

I love a humble bitch that know the right time to be bougie

Camera up, directors cut, this shit too much to make the movies

I can't help myself, man, I really hate all y'all niggas

If somebody needed a bitch ass nigga, then I would call y'all niggas

I'm really pullin niggas card just like I take attendance

How you broke as hell, but in the club?

Man, let me mind my business

Sometimes I overstep, I need a line of scrimmage

Money makes the business, but your character define the image

I a never tell on shit, even if they find a witness

Wait my turn until I know she done then it's my time to finish