Tru Dudes Lyrics - Childish Gambino

1 Is it really that bad that my clothes is tight?

2 That I hydrate babes like Pedialyte

3 That I stay rock hard like a meteorite

4 But your homeboy here was an idiot right?

5 Well, ya thought wrong, I got flavor

6 I rock shows with the blue lightsaber

7 I hit dimes but also date eighters

8 I make moves, blow up like Al-Qaeda

9 I'm in kicks that you can't buy yet

10 Ya kicks okay like your name Wyatt

11 Care Bear Clockers, pink highlighters

12 Haters wanna snack my heat like firefighters

13 Boys out there think they just like me

14 Naw naw, y'all funny, y'all from UCB?

15 Y'all standin' in line, I'm in VIP

16 Y'all know shit 'bout me like TIP, hah!

17 [Hook]

18 Ooh, bum bumbumbum bum bumbumbum

19 [Verse 2: MC Chris]

20 Think your voice's funny man, that's kind of hilarious

21 I'm the rapper makin' noise when there's shadow in your area

22 I'm like a ? cause I'm a little aquaceous

23 I do it for the hotties with the bodies bodacious

24 I'm high pitched, might flip if ya diss my node

25 Think Chris ain't the shit, you can kiss my chode

26 Weak ass sales, not too early to boast

27 Seriously bro, hand over the security code

28 Because my rhymes so fresh, green grocers' gotta spray 'em

29 Fired all my lawyers cause I didn't wanna pay 'em

30 From the PM to the AM I'll slay 'em with the sawed-off

31 Make a little money and I'll smoke the marijuana

32 MC without Glover is Matubb without Wigs

33 Jam and peanut butter with the crust cut off for kids

34 One smokes Khan, the other smokes Mids

35 Let's mix it up a little like the DJ did

36 Bacardi and Coke, black and white cookie

37 Smokin' in the alley cause you know we're playin' hooky

38 We're up to no good, please don't tell our mamas

39 ? cause we got this for Obama

40 [Hook]

41 [Verse 3]

42 Sick of the old yellow, money like bank tellers

43 The chicks that I'm with are thicker thank Nutella

44 Y'all need to switch quick and get with a slick fella

45 Cause I'm bout to go Rihanna like I'm an Umbrella

46 Come over to my place, we can cut like shears

47 And make some mistakes like Jamie Lynn Spears

48 I'm nasty? No. Forward? Yes

49 I'm hip to the game, you're a rook like chess

50 My money so long that they call it John Silver's

51 Your money so light that it float like pillows

52 Oopsy, killers, you can see

53 They close up shop when the clerks see me

54 I'm not Kanye, but my collar's popped

55 Cause the bro's like soda, I shit you not

56 This shit's bright orange, Fanta shade

57 You got the yellow face, that's my lemon aide

58 I'mma try to stay tight like girls that fuck hard

59 Stay in the Bay with green like Brett Farve

60 [Hook x3]