Trust Issues

You gon' fuck with this one, Will

I can't believe I was gon' wife that ho

Just to find out she a thot

That nigga not shootin', he cappin'

I don't even think that lil' boy got a Glock, ayy

Shawty just hit up my phone

Sayin' she found me from TikTok, but

I got trust issues, ayy, I can't fuck with you

I would be in love with you, but this Wock' said, "Bae, I miss you"

You got a boy bestfriend? Miss me

It's a death sentence if you diss me

Cado gon' spin your whole block like a Frisbee

Now you on TV like Disney

If I like you too much, I can't fuck with you

Because I'ma miss you when you gone

She said she get wet to my voice on my songs

That Glock make him dip, nigga, like a pond

She said that I look like I got hoes

I said, "Nah, shawty, you trippin'"

I'm rockin' this Saint Laurent like a Christian

Your bitch ride me up and down like a piston, ayy

Gettin' my money, now she wanna kick it

Seven foot six, yeah, my money like Ming

Now you call me, shawty, why you be bitchin'?

Gettin' my bag and I spend it on me

Makin' buckets like I'm Hardaway

Top five, bitch, where the starters stay

Not my bitch, don't talk to me

Not my ho, don't bother me

I'm snappin', I'm snappin'

I'm used to indie but I'm rappin'

Makin' money, why you cappin'?

I stay with my bitch, I'm relaxin'

Wear VLONE and call it fashion

You say that you love me, I'm laughin'

Ghosted that bitch, man, that's tragic

Yeah, that's tragic

I can't be stuck in the past tense

I get to the brain, you imagine

Sorry, I gotta stay passive

Chemistry, do the reaction

No, quit all the madness

God, all them people be has-beens

'Cause I'm so sick of the actin', yeah

But, oh no, no more crooked smiles

People runnin' they mouths, but can't even walk a mile in my shoes

Can't be focused on clout, it blind you

Fake people be schemin' behind you

What's done in the dark gon' find you, no, oh, oh

I got trust issues, ayy, I can't fuck with you

I would be in love with you, but this Wock' said, "Bae, I miss you"

You got a boy bestfriend? Miss me

It's a death sentence if you diss me

Cado gon' spin your whole block like a Frisbee

Now you on TV like Disney

If I like you too much, I can't fuck with you

Because I'ma miss you when you gone

She said she get wet to my voice on my songs

That Glock make him dip, nigga, like a pond

She said that I look like I got hoes

I said, "Nah, shawty, you trippin'"

I'm rockin' this Saint Laurent like a Christian

Your bitch ride me up and down like a piston, ayy

(You gon' fuck with this one, Will)

(Je t'aime Milanezie)