Ugly (feat. Gucci Mane)

Nile, I hear you
(R-run that back, Playboi)

Shit get ugly, everybody with me thuggin'
We keep that pistol out, no regular clips (blrrrd)
We loud, you know we clutchin' (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
I stand formal with my gang and ain't no nigga gon' do nothin' (ain't no nigga gon' do shit)
Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter (blrrrd), regular clip a dozen (blrrrd)
And this Gucci backpack filled with racks (blrrrd-blrrrd), try somethin', I press that button
I break that automatic foldin' chop out my Louis V luggage
Still got respect for all the old hoes, rode my dick when I was nothin'
Got some money, now I'm fuckin' twin sisters, mamas, cousins

Ayy, SRT beat up the streets, do donuts, I be buckin' (skrrt-skrrt)
Hydro shots up in the clip, he live then he lucky (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
AK with the stock, the knife look like it came from Chucky
Beef like Jason with the mask off, you play, this shit get ugly

My clip gеt emptied every shootout, ain't a time that I won't bust it (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
'Fore a nigga T-shirt me, it's breakin' news and I'm the suspect (blrrrd-blrrrd)
Put your face on Fox 13, now it's R.I.P. from the public
I make sure you straight for life, just send the drops if you love me, blrrrd
Glizzy with the stock hold a 50 and 30 clip (yeah, yeah)
We throw ones up in the air, rainin' on bitches while they strip
Think 'bout your folks over there 'fore you play, everybody gon' get killed
This shit get ugly, you see all black, hoppin' out, let 'em rip

Shit get ugly (blrrrd-blrrrd), everybody with me thuggin'
We keep that pistol out, no regular clips, we loud, you know we clutchin'
I stand formal with my gang (blrrrd) and ain't no nigga gon' do nothin' (ain't no nigga gon' do shit)
Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter, regular clip a dozen (damn)
And this Gucci backpack filled with racks (with racks), try somethin', I press that button (it's Gucci)
I break that automatic foldin' chop out my Louis V luggage
Still got respect for all the old hoes, rode my dick when I was nothin'
Got some money, now I'm fuckin' twin sisters, mamas, cousins (go) (blrrrd)

I just Louisville slugged that lil' boy like I'm from Kentucky (baow)
The chopper knocked him out his shoes and now that bitch on crutches (well, damn)
We don't call police, get in the streets and get our justice (yeah)
Gon' get past ugly playin' with me, that shit gon' get disgustin'

My young niggas lay on you 'til they muddy and musty (stinky)
It be fun and games 'til your clip runnin' out, gettin' busted (go)
I don't trust nobody like my strap, that's where my trust is (my strap)
It ain't that much love left in my heart, I can't adjust it (nah)
I been stackin' rackades in the attics, they getting dusty (yeah)
And I been shootin' since 16, I got good aim, I ain't rusty (I'm not rusty)
People say I'm sheisty just like Pooh, they scared to trust me (just like Shiesty)
Like Training Day, get done like Denzel got done by them Russians (rrah-rrah)

Shit get ugly, everybody with me thuggin' (thuggin')
We keep that pistol out, no regular clips, we loud, you know we clutchin'
I stand formal with my gang (blrrrd) and ain't no nigga gon' do nothin' (ain't no nigga gon' do shit)
Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter, regular clip a dozen (blrrrd-blrrrd)
And this Gucci backpack filled with racks (with racks), try somethin', I press that button
I break that automatic foldin' chop out my Louis V luggage
Still got respect for all the old hoes, rode my dick when I was nothin'
Got some money, now I'm fuckin' twin sisters, mamas, cousins (blrrrd)