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)