Текст песни Andy Milonakis - Gudda Chyld

(Oouuu that VL nigga that)
Put that on his head (yeah)
Andy Milonakis
I be flexin' skinny, but I'm really feelin' cocky (huh)
I can't trust no nigga that be outchea pocket watchin' (nah)
So I keep a pocket rocket just in case I gotta drop him (pop-pop)

Once I'm off that Henn, knock that puss up off the hinges (huh)
Snatchin' all her bust down, leavin' patches in her edges (yeah)
The way I draw them pistols, you gon' rat and have them sketchin' (what?)
Double-back and, I'ma stretch him, fuck with me, you niggas stretchin'

Bitch, I goes crazy, pour some Casamigos (huh)
Niggas tuckin' in their chains R.I.P. to Deebo (yeah)
Micro Draco on the table, I don't play with people
Lookin' for a 10 hoe that can fuck me like a whole zero

I'm here to clear them checks, it got me feelin' like the landlord (huh)
Red beams out the cyber truck, I turn it to a cyborg (boaw)
I could pull your hoe card and your hoe, life's a gamble (yeah)
Either way I play you both, have your feelins up in shambles (hey)

Put that on his head (yeah)
Andy Milonakis
I be flexin' skinny, but I'm really feelin' cocky (huh)
I can't trust no nigga that be outchea pocket watchin' (nah)
So I keep a pocket rocket just in case I gotta drop him (pop-pop)

Once I'm off that Henn, knock that puss up off the hinges (huh)
Snatchin' all her bust down, leavin' patches in her edges (yeah)
The way I draw them pistols, you gon' rat and have them sketchin' (what?)
Double-back, and I'ma stretch him, fuck with me, you niggas stretchin'

Put that on the grave (huh)
I'm the coldest outchea (yeah)
He a whole hoe, payin' niggas just to vouch him (what?)
Put a hole in his top, Capri Sun pouches
An American that's tellin', oh, he outchea Fievel mouse'n

Only Drac I fuck with, holdin' thirty-plus (yeah)
Hundred in the AR pistol make me drop my nuts
I be long-dickin' bitches till I have the condom stuck (huh)
She let me put it on her BBL, it's runnin' down her butt (yeah)

Put that on his head (yeah)
Andy Milonakis
I be flexin' skinny, but I'm really feelin' cocky (huh)
I can't trust no nigga that be outchea pocket watchin' (nah)
So I keep a pocket rocket just in case I gotta drop him (pop-pop)

Once I'm off that Henn, knock that puss up off the hinges (huh)
Snatchin' all her bust down, leavin' patches in her edges (yeah)
The way I draw them pistols, you gon' rat and have them sketchin' (what?)
Double-back, and I'ma stretch him, fuck with me, you niggas stretchin'