Pudgy

Ooh, uh

Ooh, 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-