Cant Help You Lyrics

Gotta georgia bitch fucking on a whim

Ridin' round' they ain't know me back then

Tote a stick you never touch my chin

New whip paint it all black and spin

Twenty carrot rings just for the gym

Fantasties from my life at the end

Free my niggas locked up in that bin

No tellin' when they gotta go again

Man I hate my niggas stuck in that pen

Bitch i'm trynna make million off the pen

Throw the rock like i'm the first without a sin

Imma die before my pockets go thin

Blood red Ferrari coming just like my kin

Imma break every box they try to put me in

I remember days before I had single fan

Back when bitches chose up with niggas on the gram

I was making plays but ain't nobody see the plan

I was on my own wave walking on the land

Bitches from the past always wanna come again

Breaking my heart fucked you over in the end

God don't like ugly, im not one to sin

But i'm tough with my heart it can't blow in the wind

And ive been through these storms again and again

And it's so hard for me to let people get in

Cause I open the door when they need me to win

But when i'm my own I got no one that can

Never changing my heart I just change who get in

I don't dwell in my feelings they pour out my pen

I won't drown in my thought cause I know how to swim

And the money been making me feel good again

And the women around me can't change how it feel

Gotta georgia bitch, fucking on a whim

Ridin' round' they ain't know me back then

Tote a stick you never touch my chin

New whip, paint it all black and spin

Twenty carrot rings, just for the gym

Fantasties from my life at the end

Free my niggas locked up in that bin

No tellin' when they gotta go again

Man I hate my niggas stuck in that pen

Bitch i'm trynna make million off the pen

Throw the rock like i'm the first without a sin

Imma die before my pockets go thin

Imma die before my pockets go thin

Imma die before my pockets go thin

Imma die before my pockets go thin

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