PUDDING

On my young boy shit
On my dumb boy shit
Yea my girl might dip
But her friend comes quick
Yea the bag did flip did the odds flip?
Fact of the matter proof in the pudding and I'm
Licking my lips
Admit it I'm the best in the city that's it
Asking for the proof and the statistics
As if I don't do what I do
Proofs in the pudding pudding
Looks like this
On my minoiminoi shit
Trees sequoia-ish
Whip salacious
Y'all lames and basics
Smell pussy on y'all, I can breath and taste it
before I eat up
Imma Say my graces
I'm blessed
Say it one time for the kids in the back of the bus who ain't have no friends so y'all made fun
Then we grew right up and we learned real quick that ya girl would fuck
Like Damn
How'd I get in front of y'all?
Can't play no games I'm
No fun at all
Pair of aces in my pocket Imma bet it all
Call a spade a spade, digging graves Then I'm running off
Wait
Setting the record I got this dope and I'm peddling Imma wrapping this Rock while I rocking this rap
Can't walk this way can't fill these shoes
And even if you could couldn't carry this, weight
On my young boy shit
On my dumb boy shit
Yea my girl might dip
But her friend comes quick
Yea the bag did flip did the odds flip?
Fact of the matter proof in the pudding and I'm
Licking my lips
Admit it I'm the best in the city that's it
Asking for the proof and the statistics
As if I don't do what I do
Proofs in the pudding pudding
Looks like this
On my annoy the hoes shit
Poised and focused
On the opp pack dragging it back and Then blow smoke shit
Back pack filled with like thirty some Odd doses
Brain cells tweaking developing Necrosis
Can't hear a hater I be going so dumb
Call me back later when you got all the funds
G strings and c notes I'm really high strung
Yes I'm the shit and your girl got the runs
Can't you see
I got this one y'all all lost
Bad
(Pudding)
Don't cry though you haters might Win next time
Mmm over my dead body
(Pudding)
Can't you see
I got this one y'all all lost
Bad
(You down bad)
Don't cry though you haters might Win next time
(Pudding)
Go on and keep pretending you don't feel my shit
Don't share don't like don't talk
'Bout it
Don't hype don't type don't tell your friends
Don't even say you knew me from way back when
It's like that hoe
I'm running this one and this one and then that hoe
I'm looking up to the heavens my
Flow backstroke
She get a blush when I say what you get smacked for
It's no cap tho
It's just
Pudding
Hell of a level above
Smell that whiff?
In my bag straight dope you might get frost nip
I done popped now you shaking off that Taylor swift
Y'all all about to figure
Who the hell I is
Who I am?
In the coupe with twin siams
Bout to play you for a lick come and meet my band
Wave my hand and lead my
People imma part that Sea
Y'all gone see
Ain't shit sweet but the
Pudding