I Can't Help It - Duwap Kaine

I can’t help it

Bitch you can’t touch my cup 'cause I’m selfish

Smokin' that dope, and I know you can smell that

Tell you street shit, you better not go tell that

Holla at yo' bitch, and she yelled back

How you smoke that shit? You can’t sell that

Fuck them Adderalls, where the percs at?

She love me, she say I look better in person

I gave her that dick, she cursin'

then wrote it in cursive

I can tell when your pockets hurtin'

Benihibachi, how I’m servin' (I can’t help but)

Reach for that flame, and make 'em nervous

I cut her up, he had no purpose

Remix the song, make my version

High lurk on this block, I’m the lurkman (I can’t help but)

Came from the block, yeah the dirt man

Nobody feel me, and it hurt, man

Going through shit, I just skrrt, man

Need a painkiller, so just call a yerk man (I can’t help but)

Wake up them birds, they chirp, man

Two cup shawty, I’m sippin' that syrup, man

She said that I’m different, so I just say, «And?»

She said «You unique and I roll with you man» (I can’t help but)

This her birthday so she makin' plans

You can plan to come talk 'bout my mans

Go to LA and chill with Kankan

Each day I wake up, you know I expand (I can’t help but)

Smoke that dope, it ain’t never enough

Up that gas, does he think that he tough?

If I up, I ain’t callin' a bluff

Hollow tips hit him like a turkey, he got stuffed (I can’t help but)

My pockets are fat, Mrs. Puff

Her pussy tight, like a bad officer with handcuffs

Fucked that bitch, and she likin' it rough

My childhood man, that shit it was rough (I can’t help but)

Still got hollow tips, fuck if you buff

In Detroit, with diamonds on my bluffs

Smoke the strain, I don’t care if it’s diss

Smoke the strain, I don’t care if it got a lil' fluff (I can’t help but)

From the south, so I’m throwin' it up

She throw 4's, so I’m beatin' it up

Why you ask? I got lean in my- (Uh, uh)

Why you askin'? You know I got lean in these two double cups (I can’t help but)

New York bitch do her dance she get- (Uh)

She get sturdy, she fucking it up

I pull up, to this lil' bitch house

'Fore I fuck, let me pull my things up (I can’t help but)

'Fore I fuck, let me pull my chains up

Okay, and now she get naked

Okay, and now she get freaky

Forever a freak, Tony, free Leaky (I can’t help but)

So high, I ain’t even reached my peaky

Runnin' from the dip, she hide and seeking

I hop on that bitch, get her tweaking

Big .45, that bitch getting hitten (I can’t help but)

You put a bag on my head, but I missed it

You caught a bounty, but it feel like you didn’t

Everyday, it’s a GTA mission

Catch an opp, how the fuck is he missin'? (I can’t help but)

Fire, fire (Damn)

Fire, fire, fire, fire (900)

I can’t help but

Up this Glock, but can’t diss on the dead

Up this Glock, but can’t diss-, up this Glock, but can’t diss on the dead (I

can’t help but)

Up this Glock, but can’t diss on the dead

Up this Glock, but can’t diss-, up this Glock, but can’t diss on the dead