[Smino] 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
[Smino] 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 (Oh) Playin´ target practice, made the bad bitch a target (Oh)
[Smino] Darlin´, what´s you bargain? Let get it bustin´ like we Boston Your nigga all simp, blew his head like he Marge, damn Damn, Atlanta made it, ´Lanta made it (Ow) Out the city, show in South beach, bought her nails, shit (Ow) Mike Wazowski, got my eye on her Pudgy, the pussy got some power on it, like Tell you somethin´
[Smino] 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
[Lil Uzi Vert] 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, [and I better late][1:20?] 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
[Smino] 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
[Smino] 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
[Smino] 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)