Pudding Cup

Ain’t no telling what I’m cooking up
Feeling like the Hulk, way I fuck it up
Looking like a snack, like a pudding cup
Whet her appetite and she suck me up
Ain’t no telling what I’m cooking up
Feeling like the Hulk, way I fuck it up
Looking like a snack, like a pudding cup
Whet her appetite and she suck me up
Spice like I’m Posh
Blue and green, Drake and Josh
That’s my colors, with my brothers
And we looking for some hoes to fuck
Looking like a milli
Swamp Gylly, snorting Maggie
Talking powder in the baggie
Whipping Beamer, not no Caddie
When I roll out
Bring the hoes out
And my clothes, wow
That’s some next level swag
Damn Swamp G, won’t you please be my dad?
Bitch sit down, take a number, take a tab
I’ma take a tab, and see some visuals
Catch me scraping on the counter for residuals
Talking nose beers, talking no filler
When I smile at a bitch, she might catch the jitters
Talking jeeper creep
Gator boots when I creep
All these bitches sleep
But I’m wide awake
Bitch I’m not a stoner
I 'on't wake and bake
This morning, woke up, bitch I rose and ghosted
Ain’t no telling what I’m cooking up
Feeling like the Hulk, way I fuck it up
Looking like a snack, like a pudding cup
Whet her appetite and she suck me up
Ain’t no telling what I’m cooking up
Feeling like the Hulk, way I fuck it up
Looking like a snack, like a pudding cup
Whet her appetite and she suck me up