Smino and Lil Uzi Vert - Pudgy
Ooh, uhOoh, ooh, ooh
Oh, no, no, mh (ha, Childish Major)
Who in the truck with the pretty guts? Pudgy fuck
No tummy tuck, got the city shook, mama look
Bitches glissy-glossin-in' up in the back
'Bout to break her back to some rap shit
Uzi-vertabrae, up like murder rate
Up, pearly gates
Reason number one is I'm the son of
Trees and moons and martyrs, authors
Right when they was counting me out
I came around the hardest
Playing target practice, met a bad bitch at Target
Darling, what's your bargin'?
Let's get it bussin' like we barged in
Your nigga all simp, blew his head like he Marge
Damn, I'm animated and I made it
Out the city show in South Beach, ballin' out, sheesh
Mike Wazowski, got my eye on her
Pudgy and the pussy got some power on it like
Lights off it
Who in the truck with the pretty guts? Pudgy fuck (yeah)
No tummy tuck, got the city shook, mama look (yeah)
Bitches glissy-glossin-in' up in the back (hey)
'Bout to break her back to some rap shit
Uzi-vertabrae, up like murder rate
Up, pearly gates
I don't know if I'll make it to pearly gates (pearly gates)
Standing on top of the world I'm big like 7'8" (wow)
I wonder where my soul gonna go until the Devil says (hmm)
I might got eight different baby mommas in seven states
I don't care what you do in the daytime at night better lay
I don't care what you do in my whip take your shoes off, Anna Mae
I don't drink no Henny, Casamigos be the better grade
I done put diamonds in my AP and it make me feel so late
And I got my momma a new home, it make me feel so great
Late better than never, I feel like I'm greater than ever
Fight for this cheddar, the Def get you jammed like Vendetta
Who in the truck with the pretty guts? Pudgy fuck
No tummy tuck, got the city shook, mama look
Bitches glissy-glossin-in' up in the back
'Bout to break her back to some rap shit
Uzi-vertabrae, up like murder rate
Up, pearly gates
Reason number one is I'm the son of
Trees and moons and martyrs, authors
Right when they was counting me out
I came around the hardest
Playing target practice, met a bad bitch at Target
Who you, bro? I don't know you nigga need to move over
Who smokin'? I'm on Mars right now, I feel like Bruno
Got a pack loud as drums, this shit deserve a drumroll
I attract that good brain, don't bring around no dumb hoes (I do)
Or no niggas that be burnt out like that Fronto (uh-uh)
I'm so serious, I be better off boolin ' back on my own (my own)
Who in the truck with the-
Written by:
Chidi Osondu, Christopher Smith Jr., Daoud Anthony, Eliot Peter Phillip Dubock, Marcus Alandrus Randle, Symere Bysil Woods
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