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Wan Billz Ft B Lovee - " i Cant Help It" (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wan Billz
Wan Billz
Performer
B-Lovee
B-Lovee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wan Billz
Wan Billz
Composer
John Green
John Green
Songwriter
Cashmere Small
Cashmere Small
Composer
Qwayshawn Cannon
Qwayshawn Cannon
Composer
Johnta Austin
Johnta Austin
Composer
Mikkel S. Eriksen
Mikkel S. Eriksen
Composer
Tor Erik Hermansen
Tor Erik Hermansen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cash Cobain
Cash Cobain
Producer
Serge Tsai
Serge Tsai
Mixing Engineer
Nicholas Cavalieri
Nicholas Cavalieri
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah, I'm really a 'ooter (I can't help but—)
Grrah, grrah, grrah
And this beat from Cash, not from Youtube
(I can't help but—)
[Verse 2]
I can't help it
Needy ****, I swear they ain't help shit
Glock by the belt, catch the opp, he get dealt with
On hots with the rip, tryna melt shit
Damn hot, he get hit with some hot shit
With his boo, she get bopped and do thot shit
Watch her drop it, and you know that I told her don't stop it, pop it
We see the opps, gotta flock it
That boy dissin', he talkin' on nonsense
We tryna blitz, take a Y off the opp list
Yeah, I'm lit, I'm still totin' a knocker
Like, no I can't let up
[Verse 3]
Like, damn
I can't help that my shooters not free
Gotta stack for the bell or slide for the P
And my Trendy raise hell, know we do it for P
I'ma slide for myself, not gon' do it for me
Fuck health and the wealth, take a risk for the team
Glock hold a shhh, fell in love with the beam
Like, new opp, oh, now he get steamed
Got the new chop', now we all 'bout to steam
Sent the Rey's on 'em
And B Lovee in the cut, yellin', "O's gettin' shot if they play with him"
What they say to them?
Know Wan Billy the 'ooter, I pop out the cut, now that's dangerous
[Verse 4]
That's on bro, I'ma blow, I be anxious
I can't fall for no ho now, I'm famous
Can't be fucked with, I'm feelin' like Baby
Shit got tact', had to tuck the .380
Pour a deuce in my Faygo, got me feelin' wavy
Know a opp that got hit, now he lazy
Please don't fuck up my mood, I get crazy
Get to boomin', this shit got no safety
**** actin', I swear that I'm not
He got boomed tryna save him a thot
I get active, just go ask the opps
This shit'll get tragic, you with it or not?
Better boom, better duck
If he trip, then that boy outta luck
Chase him down like I play for the Bucks
Amiri the denims, the pockets be stuffed
[Verse 5]
That's enough
Think it's sweet, man, this shit'll get tough
Think he Balmain, just watch him get touched
I depend on no man 'cause I know that I'm clutch
Let him run
.30 or better, that's enough
He get hit from the neck up, make him hush
Demons with me, you know that they anxious
She act naughty, she want me to spank it
A lot in my clip but I ain't tryna waste it
Bend through the back now the chop' tryna frame shit
Cuzzy with me, I can't really tame him
Spot a opp, chase him down, tryna flame him
[Verse 6]
Rearranged him, couple opps that got shot, can't name 'em
See, I caught a blizzy, he creep through the bap
Put a hole in his back, tryna Dame 'em
It's aight, **** wanna be famous
Know I'm neighborhood Crip and I'm sanctioned
Hood star Rey catch a hit when they claim us
None of my hittas work dayshifts
[Verse 7]
Reyway
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
I can't help but—
Written by: Cashmere Small, Jiwan Murray, John Green, Johnta Austin, Mikkel S. Eriksen, Qwayshawn Cannon, Tor Erik Hermansen, Wan Billz
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