Don't crust anybody
Thought I heard a sniffle
Everybody sick these days
That's a ripple
Clammy hands
Cut 'em off you a cripple
Got a cold so sick
I go hard like a nipple
That's a witch tit
Show me the sign like a sigil
I be making money move
You hoping it trickle
Don't crust a weatherman
He say it gonna drizzle
Left without an umbrella
For shizzle
Milkman said
You can drink it everyday
Goes bad on the 10th
Throw it out on the 8
Don't trust milk
It going bad overnight
You drinking milk with your pizza
I be sippin on the Sprite
It's alright
You can only trust the meat
That's the butcher
(That's the butcher's meat)
With the ATM
Watch out for a looker
People in the Van
Giving you a treat
They offer you a seat
Ferragamo on the beat like

Baryshnikov of this blickin off
On the fake rappers
Always got they footings off
I'm a ghast on the beat
I'm the last one to sleep
When I talk when I speak
You gon' bask in your seat look
Now what I gotta do to get recognized
The pen game smooth
And the pendant is lemonized
Each bar is calculated
When it's measured and weaponized
I got one agenda and it's trying to terrorize
Fear in they hearts
So they acting so paralyze
Snapping necks for a check
Well I guess that's a pair a lies
Got the fettuccine
And it came with a pair of sides
Looking so decadent
With the shrimp and the mortadellas
Squad rolls deep
In Ferragamo or Versace
Down with the day 1s
I know the boys got me
Better come correct
Last time you was sloppy
Cuz If Prada say the word
It's gon' be another body get em

I don't taste the pie
Till I know it's right
Al Dente Boys know
Ya never eat the first slice
Ya take the wrong bite
And ya end your life
Cuz lesser minds aren't above
Tamperin' with Sprite well
It's gonna be a cold day in hell
Before you catch me trippin cyanide
Sippin better
Slip it to me well
Like Epstein in his jail cell
Can never tell
Who's living just to see ya fail
Call Gucci up
Discussing on a couple pies
Thought I heard a click
Something fucked up with the line
No sense in taking risks
Dunk that shit in lemon-lime
Stromboli did the same
Al Dente don't play games
More paranoid than Tony was off the cocaine
I'm in the back analyzing through dark shades
Ya waste your time always trying to spark flames
Yeah Gucci
Change the game

My ass is grass
And I'm the fuckin' mower
You can catch me in the closet
I'm a grower not a shower
I'm a tiddy nipple puller
Catch me drivin' down to Georgia
Sayin peace to ya bitch
Like I didn't even know her
Don't crust a ma'f
With a teeny tiny pecker
Might fuck around
Become a tiddy inspector
Lookin for a lil bit a nectar
Undercover in the cut
But still an exterior neglecter
(Un unh)
No trust for the crust
Unless they thrustin' dust
Make an extra buck
If they fuckin' up
We do reconnaissance with confidence
The dominance is bottomless
They wanna play ominous
Ain't ready for the consequence
Shouts out Yung Rav
Shouts out Dobby The Elf
Real espionage type shit

I feel like a
Cold killer I'm a monster
Home in the winter
Red hair like I'm foster
Spaceship zoom
When I step onto the roster
Make that shit boom
Like I'm metro check the posture
It's that
New season
Out of state for a minute
No trees in the winter
All brakes no snakes
Might have to buy a beamer
College kid fake
Bitch check your demeanor
Switch it up like Ben 10
Came here just to win again
Been a minute felony
Stick with em like a clique
And check the weaponry
Icy like I'm Gucci on a mezzanine
Lookin' for a calorie
Don't test me on my salary
Offshore account
I don't enter in the club
Unless it's bouncing
I got paychecks from the future generation
Its astounding beat was open
So you know that I came pouncing
Make a million the goal
Don't crust anybody 'less they got a mouthful