[Intro] Your man's is crushing, fans are rushing, cheeks are blushing, I'm not fussing Tears are streaming, ears are steaming, girls are screaming, I'm not dreaming I'm not dreaming, I'm not dreaming Thought I was so I pinched it; realized I'm not dreaming [Verse 1] I'm too high for her, she plays with gnomes, like a lawn toy Tell me when you're ready for this six foot plus Lebron boy Too busy, couldn't go, so I had to send an envoy Because I was riding in a convoy with [privacy] I hate a contoured chest, nobody needs their rack toned Tell my boys I'm going in, gonna find her backbone Got these ten digits, beep me on my black phone This is late night music, can I get a track moan Ambrosio my motivation for this braggadocio Fancy with the salad she mixes in that finocchio I'm a dreamer so I'm thinking Adriana Lima Perusing with my crew at Petland looking for a lemur But I don't want to come up here and cuddle with a model I hate that life, I'd rather drown down in a puddle Not about that because the man's made other plans One is making bands, but the other leaving me befuddled No breath, not even panting I'm angry so I stay ranting Galavanting with a bad thing Bright neck and wrists mad bling Got poems, best lyrics this century I'm not mentally elementary I thought that it was meant to be But I'm walking on like a centipede She sensed danger looming, no trust like Metro Boomin I'm a fuming human because I'm not gon be your cumin Rather be a leper than third wheel to salt and pepper I was trying to rep her, but I've climbed ahead: stair stepper [Hook] No trust, had to kick the plan to the dust Not a loss: only lust, not a wind: just a gust No trust, no trust No trust [Verse 2] Snake's back in the gra** Trying to come up: find an [inaudible] Grad's in months, no time to pa** Refill the tank, premium gas Back in the game, time to put to you all to shame Gotta go and get this fame, haters gon complain But I'm still gon make it rain, make you feel that pain Time to board that coal train, conductor bank's brain Real fan since October, had me bumping on the aux Taylor Robinson, know that I'm gonna share these stocks Polish all my rocks, even got the red sole socks Vulpine chest blinged out, gorilla and a silver fox [Hook] No trust, had to kick the plan to the dust Not a loss: only lust, not a wind: just a gust No trust, no trust No trust