Smino, Lil Uzi Vert - Pudgy lyrics

Ooh, oh ooh, ooh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Haha, Childish Major)

Who in the truck with the pretty guts?
Pudgy fuck, no tummy tuck
Got the city shook, mama look
Bitches glissy glossin' it up in the back
'Bout to break her back to some rap shit
Uzi vertebrae up like murder rate, up
Pearly gates

Reason number one is I'm the son of
Trees and moons, and martyrs, authors
Right when neighbors callin' me out
I came around the hardest (Oh)
Playin' target practice
Made the bad bitch a target (Oh)

Darlin', what's you bargain? Let get
It bustin' like we Boston
Your nigga all simp, blew his
Head like hе Marge, damn
Damn, Atlanta made it, 'Lanta made it (Ow)
Out thе city, show in
South beach, ballin' out, sheesh
(Ow) mike Wazowski, got my eye on her
Pudgy in the pussy got some power on it, like
Tell you somethin'

Who in the truck with the pretty guts?
Pudgy fuck, no tummy tuck
Got the city shook, mama look
Bitches glissy glossin' it up in the back
'Bout to break her back to some rap shit
Uzi vertebrae up like murder rate, up
Pearly gates

I don't know if I'ma get to pearly gates
(Pearly gates) standin' on top of the world
I'ma be like 7'8" (Wow)
I wonder where my soul gon'
Go until the devil says (No)
I might got eight different baby
Mamas in seven states (States)
I don't care what you do in
The daytime, in my bed, i lay
I don't care what you do in
My whip, take your shoes off, anime
I don't drink no Henny
Casamigos be the better grade
I done put diamonds in my AP and
It made me feel so late
And I got my momma a new home
It made me feel so great
Late better than ever
I feel like I'm greater than ever
Fight for this cheddar
The death 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' it up in the back
'Bout to break her back to some rap shit
Uzi vertebrae up like murder rate, up
Pearly gates

Reason number one is on the sun are
Trees and moons, and martyrs, authors
Right when neighbors callin' me out
I came around the hardest
Playin' target practice
Made the bad bitch a 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 eight pack, loud as drum
This shit deserve a drum roll on your track
That could brag on brag on dumb hoes (It do)
But no niggas that be burnt
Out like that fronto (Uh, uh)
I'm so serious
I be better off boolin' back on my own
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)

Who in the truck with the