Shiiiiiiish this is hard boi... spoty it ❤️ LYRICS: 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 shooting, he capping I don't even think that lil' boy got a Glock, ayy Shawty just hit up my phone Saying 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 best friend? 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 tripping" I'm rocking this Saint Laurent like a Christian Your bitch ride me up and down like a piston, ayy Getting my money, now she wanna kick it Seven foot six, yeah, my money like Ming Now you call me, shawty, why you be bitchin'? Getting my bag and I spend it on me Making buckets like I'm Hardaway Top five, bitch, with a star to stay Not my bitch, don't talk to me Not my ho, don't bother me I'm snapping, I'm snapping I'm used to indie but I'm rapping Making money, why you capping? I stay with my bitch, I'm relaxing Wear VLONE and call it fashion You say that you love me, I'm laughing Ghosted that bitch, man, that's tragic Yeah, thats tragic I can't be stuck in the past tense I get to the bread, you imagine Sorry, I gotta stay passive Can't let you get a reaction No, get all the madness God, a lot of people be has beens 'Cause I'm so sick of the acting, yeah But, oh no, no more crooked smiles People running they mouths But can't even walk a mile in my shoes Can't be focused on clout, it blinds you Fake people be scheming behind you We staying 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 best friend? 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 tripping" I'm rocking this Saint Laurent like a Christian Your bitch ride me up and down like a piston, ayy
