Cupid's Guidance

Tell a baddie hit me when she land

Fill up my pocket with bands, aye, yeah

Great John On The Beat by the way

Fill up my pocket with bands

They want me to stop but I can't

Don't need no new friends

**** stop, yeah

Fill up my pocket with bands

They want me to stop but I can't

Don't need no new friends

**** stop callin' me twin

She doin' tricks with no hands

She shot her shot on the 'Gram

I can't be fuckin' on fans

Tell a baddie hit me when she land

I think we should be friends

But you can't be gettin' no man

'Cause I'm tryna fuck you again

No cap, I'm tryna to slut you again

Never thought about fuckin' your friends

But you know if I try I can

Threesome, you should tag her in

Say she wanted a bag and Benz

And my father ain't make me a man

But it's okay, I understand

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' in

Wham, Bam, I'm like Baby, four pockets expand

Damn, damn, give her money she cryin' again

Damn, damn, my opps keep dyin' again

Fill up my pocket with bands

They want me to stop but I can't

Don't need no new friends

**** stop callin' me twin

She doin' tricks with no hands

She shot her shot on the 'Gram

I can't be fuckin' on fans

Tell a baddie hit me when she land

Fill up my pocket with bands

They want me to stop but I can't

Don't need no new friends

**** stop callin' me twin

She doin' tricks with no hands

She shot her shot on the 'Gram

I can't be fuckin' on fans

Tell a baddie hit me when she land

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Tell a baddie hit me when she land

She said she want this forever

She tryna leave in my sweater

Say she love you, but I get it wetter

I'm like, "Baby, it only get better"

I was down bad with no ends

Ran it up, I ain't walkin' again

Say I'm broke, I ain't even have a phone

Now it's funny she callin' again

She said, "Baby, you got talent"

I even know I had it

Back then you was embarrassed

Now she tryna fuck on me in Paris

Maybe horses and a 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 never force it, look

I never forfeit, been drivin' Porsches, goin' through courses

Goin' on tour, bitch, I need some more shit, I'm tryna flourish

Baby, I know what you want

Baby, you know what I need

Can you just get on your knees?

I ain't beggin' when I say please

Fill up my pocket with bands

They want me to stop but I can't

Don't need no new friends

**** stop callin' me twin

She doin' tricks with no hands

She shot her shot on the 'Gram

I can't be fuckin' on fans

Tell a baddie hit me when she land