Zaratti - Intro Lyrics

Shoutout to courvoisier
I'm feeling like Pharrell in 05
I could never tell you no lies
Or sell you no dreams
I can probably teach you some things
I can show you what life bring
The way this beat coming I don't need a hook
I don't need a pen
Man fuck it I don't need a book
No need to look
I know how many lives that fucking heater took
I move so many pounds I would probably have Nikita shook
Pass the courvoisier
Niggas want to talk that shit
Mmhhm not today
If you ever catch me solo then that shit is right by the waist
These bitches see you got a little cake and want a taste
Chef Ratti got the whipping again
Don't make me come up out my body get the sining again
If you pass me the Jose I'll get to tripping again
Don't ever try no slick shit we'll get to spinning the bin
How you want to be me
Mr. me too
This chopper got a meeting it's gone fuck around leave you
I ain't even got to gang bang bitch I can tweak to
Bleed you
Put you on the board and then delete you
Little nigga ain't touch shit
You be on the porch
Little nigga ain't rush shit
Dropping a location I know that they coming
Turn nothing to something
Bitch I'm making my money yeah
And we don't do no pit stops
We ain't going for no shit talk
Little nigga made his wrist walk
Try and take his watch now he chilling in some big chalk
The crazy part is it's a bitch fault
And dog he don't even know if that's his bitch dog
So I can't trust no one
No I can't trust no one
No I can't trust a soul
No I can't trust a soul
No I can't trust a soul
No I can't trust a soul
No I can't trust no one
No I can't trust no one
No I can't trust no one
No I can't trust no one
No I can't trust a soul
No I can't trust a soul
No I can't trust no one
No I can't trust no one

Shoutout to courvoisier
I'm feeling like Pharrell in 05
I could never tell you no lies
Or sell you no dreams
I can probably teach you some things
I can show you what life bring
The way this beat coming I don't need a hook
I don't need a pen
Man fuck it I don't need a book
No need to look
I know how many lives that fucking heater took
I move so many pounds I would probably have Nikita shook
Pass the courvoisier
Niggas want to talk that shit
Mmhhm not today
If you ever catch me solo then that shit is right by the waist
These bitches see you got a little cake and want a taste
Chef Ratti got the whipping again
Don't make me come up out my body get the sining again
If you pass me the Jose I'll get to tripping again
Don't ever try no slick shit we'll get to spinning the bin
How you want to be me
Mr. me too
This chopper got a meeting it's gone fuck around leave you
I ain't even got to gang bang bitch I can tweak to
Bleed you
Put you on the board and then delete you
Little nigga ain't touch shit
You be on the porch
Little nigga ain't rush shit
Dropping a location I know that they coming
Turn nothing to something
Bitch I'm making my money yeah
And we don't do no pit stops
We ain't going for no shit talk
Little nigga made his wrist walk
Try and take his watch now he chilling in some big chalk
The crazy part is it's a bitch fault
And dog he don't even know if that's his bitch dog
So I can't trust no one
No I can't trust no one
No I can't trust a soul
No I can't trust a soul
No I can't trust a soul
No I can't trust a soul
No I can't trust no one
No I can't trust no one
No I can't trust no one
No I can't trust no one
No I can't trust a soul
No I can't trust a soul
No I can't trust no one
No I can't trust no one