Wimme Lyrics

I don't need no crew with me, pistol in the booth with me

Don't know what to with me

Bitch, I'm dope like Houston, Whitney

In the room with two bitches

V.I.C., I'm too silly

I'm the king like I'm Gillie

They don't catch the game I'm spilling

Went through some shit, but now I'm dealing

I can't fuck with you, really

Tryna plot on two milli

I'm the goat, like I'm Billy

Tryna break the roof, ceiling

Spin his block, he too dizzy

Broke a white bitch, call her Lindsey

My eyes red behind my lenses

I done heightened all my senses

I can tell when you pretending

Stay away from pussy niggas

Woadie rollin' off them jiggas

I can tell you not a killer

Can't fuck with losers, only winners

I can see the phony in 'em, that's why I'm a lonely nigga

Play with my top, I get to wiggin'

Like GTA, I'm 'bout my mission

They can't take back the shit they dishing

I asked for help and they went missing

They'll tell on theyself if you just listen

I bared my heart and they dismissed it

I'm lost for love like Cupid missed me

My view of life been hella different

The closest to me turning distant

Got tired of praying, got tired of wishing

This game of life remain a mystery

Know where I'm from, I know my history

You play with me, you gon' be history

Can't dap you up, can't kick it with you

'Cause half the time, they tryna get you

I'm antisocial, I got issues

I don't need no crew with me, pistol in the booth with me

Don't know what to with me

Bitch, I'm dope like Houston, Whitney

In the room with two bitches

V.I.C., I'm too silly

I'm the king like I'm Gillie

They don't catch the game I'm spilling

Went through some shit, but now I'm dealing