Cupid's Guidance

Uh
Tell a baddie, "hit me" when she land
Fillin' my pocket with bands
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Yeah, yeah, uh
Fillin' my pocket with bands (uh)
They want me stopped, but I can't
Don't need no new friends
Nigga stop, yeah

Fillin' my pocket with bands
They want me stopped, but I can't
Don't need no new friends
Nigga stop callin' me "twin" (uh)
She doin' tricks with no hands (on bro)
She shot her shot on the 'gram (uh)
I can't be fuckin' on fans (on bro)
Told a baddie, "hit me" when she land (yeah)

I think we should be friends (yeah)
But you can't be gеttin' no man (okay)
'Cause I'm tryna fuck you again
No cap, I'm tryna slut you again (okay)

Never thought about fuckin' your friends
But you know if I try, I can (on bro)
Threesome, you should tag in
Said she wanted a bag and Benz

And my father he made me a man
But it's okay, I understand (on bro)
Honestly, I ain't have a plan
If I didn't rap, I would trap and scam

Baby, I would be baggin' grams
Hit the block and I'm tappin' it
Wham, bam, I'm like baby, four pockets expand
Damn (uh), damn, gave her money, she cryin' again (uh)
Damn (uh), damn, my opps keep dyin' again (on bro)

Fillin' my pocket with bands (uh)
They want me stopped, but I can't (on bro)
Don't need no new friends (uh)
Nigga stop callin' me "twin" (on bro)
She doin' tricks with no hands (uh)
She shot her shot on the 'gram (uh)
I can't be fuckin' on fans
Tell a baddie, "hit me" when she land (On bro)

Fillin' my pocket with bands (on bro)
They want me stopped, but I can't (on bro)
Don't need no new friends (uh)
Nigga stop callin' me "twin"
She doin' tricks with no hands (on bro)
She shot her shot on the 'gram (on bro)
I can't be fuckin' on fans (on bro)
Told a baddie, "hit me" when she land

Yeah (yeah, yeah), yeah (yeah, yeah), yeah
Tell a baddie, "hit me" when she land (uh)

She said she want this forever
She tryna live in my sweater
Said she love you, but I get it wetter
I'm like, "baby, it only get better"

I was down bad with no ex
Ran it up, I ain't walkin' again (on bro)
Say I'm broke, I ain't even have a phone
Now, it's funny, she callin' again (on bro)

She like, "baby, you got talent" (damn)
I ain't even know I had it (uh)
Back then, you was embarrassed
Now she tryna fuck on me in Paris

It be horses in the carriage
I don't want it, I'm marryin' cabbage
I'm like, "baby, I come with some baggage
I got some problems, you won't understand it"

I'll never force it (I'll never)
Look, I'll never forfeit
Been droppin' Porsches, goin' through courses (uh)
Goin' on tour, bitch, I need some more shit, I'm tryna flourish

Baby, I know what you want (I do)
Baby, you know what I need (you do)
Can you just get on your knees?
I ain't beggin' when I say, "please" (on bro)

Fillin' my pocket with bands (uh)
They want me stopped, but I can't (on bro)
Don't need no new friends (uh)
Nigga stop callin' me "twin" (uh)
She doin' tricks with no hands (on bro)
She shot her shot on the 'Gram (on bro)
I can't be fuckin' on fans
Told a baddie, "hit me" when she land

On bro (huh)
On bro
On bro, damn