Wit Me

I don't think y'all want these issues wit' me
I got some bitches and some hittas wit' me
I got bloods and niggas crippin' wit' me
Grandpa died, he left millions wit' me
Wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me

Whole lotta M's
I ain't no Dr. Phil
Get coffined 'cause he squealed
EBK, I'll get anybody killed
Last moments with him is when his coffin got sealed
So many grapes, so many K's, not all about 4KTrey
That love not that real, it's fake
Everybody know it's not safe
Fuck 12, free Kay, free Tay
Always in a race
I don't bake, I don't eat cake
Opps spin, you gon' get maced
Finna start callin' her bae
They know I'm cray-cray
That is chain fake-fake

I don't think y'all want these issues wit' me
I got some bitches and some hittas wit' me
I got bloods and niggas crippin' wit' me
Grandpa died, he left millions wit' me
Wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me



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Writer(s): Kyan Hamilton
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