Trust Issues (feat. Riovaz & D'mari Harris)

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)