Will.B Lyrics

Will.B - Don't

Don’t try chat to the man
Or try shake my hand
Ring my phone I’ll slam that down
Don’t try diss my plan
I’m a young king but I’ll tell you don’t
Move to me you can’t hack that smoke
Get in my face I beg you don’t
Beg for a feature beg you don’t
What are you doing
After my bars I’ll leave you ruined
Bus my ting on your ting she’s ruined
Put the garms on pack and there new in
No I don’t do radio
Ca DJs won’t holla at my line
But I still smash mosh pits
And I chill back stage like all the time
Ca love this living
Bring my mates on stage n we driven
Driving now so I can ride this riddim
Work for what I got it weren't given
Won’t see me sulking
Already said I’m blessed n I know things
Already know the guys that are rolling
TP Jon and Con and that’s motion
Don’t try chat to the man
Or try shake my hand
Ring my phone I’ll slam that down
Don’t try diss my plan
I’m a young king but I’ll tell you don’t
Move to me you can’t hack that smoke
Get in my face I beg you don’t
Beg for a feature beg you don’t
Beg you wouldn’t
I’ve done things that I bet you couldn’t
Moving around at night and I’m hooded
You try move about no you shouldn’t
Never gone running
Because I m quitting the bunning
And man are thinking it’s funny
But I got plans that are cunning
Plotting on deaders
I got the seats with the leathers
And when I’m swinging a pillow
I got the room full of feathers
Yh n I can rap like that isit
Like JME I got stacks legit
I got stacks in the bank and I don’t flex so when I take them out no I won’t fidget
Still tho I’ve come along way from the jump
I’m on a stage I make the crowd jump
See a peng ting she smoke but no bump
Beat that there n left on my ones
Don’t try chat to the man
Or try shake my hand
Ring my phone I’ll slam that down
Don’t try diss my plan
I’m a young king but I’ll tell you don’t
Move to me you can’t hack that smoke
Get in my face I beg you don’t
Beg for a feature beg you don’t
Don’t try chat to the man
Or try shake my hand
Ring my phone I’ll slam that down
Don’t try diss my plan
I’m a young king but I’ll tell you don’t
Move to me you can’t hack that smoke
Get in my face I beg you don’t
Beg for a feature beg you don’t

Written by:
William Bowcott

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