Ugly lyrics

by

T-Wayne


[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Big dog status, I'm a savage
I don't play 'round
Keep a K 'round
I'll make a n*gga lay down
Water faucet on my wrist, look like it got sprayed down
Slap it on her booty, then I skeet it on her face now
b*tch look like [?], she a foolie with that head
I go dumb when I got that toolie, I need special ed
n*ggas told me not to talk my sh*t, but f*ck it I'ma say it
Man the plug still textin'
I'm like f*ck it I'ma pass
I'm a young n*gga with them dumb figures, I go dumb wit' it
Heater on my waist, I swear my belt feel like the sun hit it
I told that b*tch to swallow everything just use your tongue wit' it
Missed a plan with a cheque, I be having fun wit' it
Back then, that was actin', now I'm packin'
You might catch my ass in public, but I won't be lackin'
Told her ass to bend it over, she like when I smack it
Back then they was sleepin' on me, 'till I got that backend

[Chorus]
Yeah
Run up on the gang, that sh*t gon' get ugly (Ugly)
I'm still sippin' drank, my cup still a lil' muddy (Muddy)
Try to flash on me, that sh*t gon' get ugly (Yeah)
I got big dog status, these lil' n*ggas puppets (Woof)
Talking this 'n' that, that sh*t gon' get ugly (Ugly)
Got that loud pack, that sh*t smell real musty (Loud)
In that foreign, that b*tch got a lot of muscle (Skrr)
You ain't my day one my n*gga I can't trust you
[Verse 2]
Big Glock
Got a big chop
Got a big knot
Big house, with a big lot
When I sell we usin' real rap, not the hip-hop
Got a lot of n*ggas p*ssed off
Cuz I'm the sh*t now
Don't you come around with that bullsh*t
You know my n*ggas all gang
She said she was comin' over, I kicked her out as soon as I came
Got a lot of water on me, like the bottom of a drain
I'm lookin' down on you n*ggas, like the bottom of a plane
n*gga we are not the same, I got your b*tch she wanna rock wit' me
I could've spent it on a chain, but I invested in some property
Yeah I gotta keep it on me, just incase they thinkin' 'bout robbin' me
All gas no brakes, just incase they thikin' 'bout stoppin' me
f*ck a n*gga b*tch and have her mad at me
All up in his feelings, cuz I stretched his girl out now when he hit it she can't feel him
If you dissin' me, you might as well go jump off of a building
Cuz them n*ggas that I'm wit'll cook your ass without a skillet, n*gga

[Chorus]
Yeah
Run up on the gang, that sh*t gon' get ugly (Ugly)
I'm still sippin' drank, my cup still a lil' muddy (Muddy)
Try to flash on me, that sh*t gon' get ugly (Yeah)
I got big dog status, these lil' n*ggas puppets (Woof)
Talking this 'n' that, that sh*t gon' get ugly (Ugly)
Got that loud pack, that sh*t smell real musty (Loud)
In that foreign, that b*tch got a lot of muscle (Skrr)
You ain't my day one my n*gga I can't trust you
[Outro]
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