Ugly (feat. Gucci Mane)

(Nile, I hear you)
(Run that back Playboi)

S**t get ugly, ayy, everybody with me thugging
Keep that pistol out, no regular clips, its loud, you know we clutching
I stand formal with my gang and aint no n***a gon do nothing
Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter regular clip a dozen
Ayy, and this Gucci backpack filled with racks, try something, I press that button
I break that automatic folding chop out my Louis V luggage
Still got respect for all the old hoes rode my **** when I was nothing
Got some money now Im ****ing twin sisters, mamas, cousins

Ayy SRT beat up the streets, do do****, I be bugging
Hydro shots up in the clip, he live then he lucky
AK with the stock, the knife look like it came from Chucky
Beef like Jason with thе mask off, you play, this s**t get ugly
My clip get emptiеd every shootout, aint a time that I wont bust it
Fore a n***a T-shirt me, its breaking news and Im the suspect
Put your face on Fox 13 now that R.I.P. from the public
I make sure you straight for life, just send the drops if you love me
Glizzy with the stock hold a fifty and thirty clip
We throw ones up in the air, raining on b***hes while they strip
Think bout your folks over there, fore you play everybody gon get killed
This s**t get ugly, you see all black, hopping out letting it rip

S**t get ugly, ayy, everybody with me thugging
Keep that pistol out, no regular clips, its loud, you know we clutching
I stand formal with my gang and aint no n***a gon do nothing
Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter regular clip a dozen
Ayy, and this Gucci backpack filled with racks, try something, I press that button
I break that automatic folding chop out my Louis V luggage
Still got respect for all the old hoes rode my **** when I was nothing
Got some money now Im ****ing twin sisters, mamas , cousins

I just Louisville slugged that lil boy like Im from Kentucky
The chopper knocked him out his shoes and now that b***h on crutches
We dont call police, get in the streets and get our justice
Dont get past ugly, play with me, that s**t gon get disgusting
My young n***as lay on you today muddy and musty
It be fun and games til your clip run and aint getting busted
I dont trust nobody like my strap, thats where my trust is
It aint that much love left in my heart, I cant adjust it
I been stacking rackades in the attics, they getting dusty
And I been shooting since sixteen, I got good aim, I aint rusty
People say Im shiesty just like Pooh, they scared to trust me
Like Training Day, get done like Denzel got done by them Russians

S**t get ugly, ayy, everybody with me thugging
Keep that pistol out, no regular clips, its loud, you know we clutching
I stand formal with my gang and aint no n***a gon do nothing
Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter regular clip a dozen
Ayy, and this Gucci backpack filled with racks, try something, I pressthat button
I break that automatic folding chop out my Louis V luggage
Still got respect for all the old hoes rode my **** when I was nothing
Got some money now Im ****ing twin sisters, mamas, cousins