i can't help it by Duwap Kaine (2024)

i can't help it

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I can't help but- (900) i can't help but-

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 sh*t
You better not go tell that
Holla at yo' bitch, and she yelled back

How you smoke that sh*t? You can't sell that
f*ck 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 sh*t, 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 puss* tight

Like a bad officer with handcuffs
f*cked that bitch, and she likin' it rough
My childhood man, that sh*t it was rough
(I can't help but)
Still got hollow tips, f*ck 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 f*cking it up
I pull up, to this lil' bitch house
'Fore I f*ck, let me pull my things up
(I can't help but)
'Fore I f*ck, 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 f*ck 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

In Duwap Kaine's song "I Can't Help It," the rapper expounds on his loyalty to himself, clouding his judgment, and taking risks regardless of the consequences. In the lyrics, he raps about smoking weed and being selfish with his cup, not sharing it with anyone. He mentions that talking too much about street things could be dangerous, hence the need for discretion. He then talks about his sexual escapades, having had an encounter with a woman who loved him and swore he looked better in person. She came back to him, writing about their experience cursive. He talks about his financial status, how his pockets are thick, and how he does not care if the weed he smokes is rough or not because it is never enough.

The rapper talks about being from the South and indicating that he is a representative of New York City. He brags about owning high-quality jewelry and being with a woman who enjoys getting financially compensated. However, he ends the song by mentioning his struggles—how he had a rough childhood and still carries a gun everywhere. He talks about people trying to put a price on his head and missing him. The lyrics of the song embody Duwap's confidence, arrogance, and fearlessness.

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
I am selfish and I cannot control my addiction to smoking dope

Tell you street sh*t You better not go tell that Holla at yo' bitch, and she yelled back How you smoke that sh*t? You can't sell that f*ck them Adderalls, where the percs at?
I will tell you some street secrets but do not reveal them to anyone, also I do not care for Adderalls, I am more interested in Percocet

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'
A girl loves me and said I look good in person, I had sex with her and she really enjoyed it, then she wrote about it in cursive. I can tell if you are financially struggling. Come to Benihana, I will serve you well

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 will intimidate people by reaching for a flame, and I cut someone up because he had no purpose. I will remake a song and make it my own. I keep a close watch on this block as the lurkman

Came from the block, yeah the dirt man Nobody feel me, and it hurt, man Going through sh*t, I just skrrt, man Need a painkiller, so just call a yerk man
I come from a rough neighborhood and no one understands me, it hurts. I am going through difficult times and I just ignore those problems. I need a painkiller, so I call my drug dealer

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 never get enough of smoking dope and if someone tries to intimidate me with gas, I will not back down. I will attack with hollow bullets that hit them hard, just like a stuffed turkey

My pockets are fat, Mrs puff Her puss* tight Like a bad officer with handcuffs f*cked that bitch, and she likin' it rough My childhood man, that sh*t it was rough
I have a lot of money and she has a tight vagin*. We had sex like a bad cop with handcuffs and she enjoyed it rough. My childhood was rough and difficult

Still got hollow tips, f*ck 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 still have hollow bullets and I am not afraid of anyone. I am in Detroit with shiny diamond rings. I smoke my drugs regardless of whether it's a diss or has a bit of fluff

From the south, so I'm throwin' it up She throw 4's, so I'm beatin' it up Why you askin'? You know I got Lean in these two double cups
I am from the south and I represent it by throwing up gang signs. She throws up 4s, so I assume she is enjoying it. You know I always have Lean, so I have two double cups

New York bitch do her dance she gets sturdy, she f*cking it up I pull up, to this lil' bitch house 'Fore I f*ck, let me pull my things up 'Fore I f*ck, let me pull my chains up
A girl from New York is dancing really well and I am impressed. I go to her house to have sex, but before we start, I need to adjust my things and chains

Okay, and now she get naked Okay, and now she get freaky Forever a freak, Tony, free Leaky So high, I ain't even reached my peaky
She gets naked and freaky, and she is always that way. I am really high and have not even reached my peak yet. Tony and Leaky are two people I want to free

Runnin' from the dip, she hide and seeking I hop on that bitch, get her tweaking Big 45, that bitch getting hitten You put a bag on my head, but I missed it
A girl tries to run away from me, but it's like a game of hide and seek. I catch her and make her high. I will attack with my gun and hit her. Someone once put a bag on my head to catch me, but they missed

You caught a bounty But it feel like you didn't Everyday, it's a GTA mission Catch an opp, how the f*ck is he missin'?
You caught me, but it doesn't feel like it to me. It feels like every day is a mission from Grand Theft Auto. How did you miss catching your enemy?

Up this Glock, but can't diss on the dead
I will shoot my gun, but I cannot call out the dead

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