Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ugly , by - Pooh Shiesty. Song from the album Shiesty Season, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Ugly |
| Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter, regular clip a dozen |
| 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 dick when I was nothing |
| Got some money, now I’m fucking twin sisters, mamas, cousins |
| Ayy, SRT beat up the streets, do donuts, I be buckin' |
| 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 the mask off, you play, this shit get ugly |
| My clip get emptied every shootout, ain’t a time that I won’t bust it |
| 'Fore a nigga T-shirt me, it’s breaking news and I’m the suspect |
| 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 fifty and thirty clip (Yeah, yeah) |
| We throw ones up in the air, raining 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, everybody with me thuggin' |
| We keep that pistol out, no regular clips, we loud, you know we clutching |
| I stand formal with my gang and ain’t no nigga gon' do nothing |
| Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter, regular clip a dozen (Damn) |
| And this Gucci backpack filled with racks, try something, I press that button |
| (It's Gucci) |
| I break that automatic folding chop out my Louis V luggage |
| Still got respect for all the old hoes, rode my dick when I was nothing |
| Got some money, now I’m fucking twin sisters, mamas, cousins |
| 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 playing with me, that shit gon' get disgusting |
| My young niggas lay on you 'til they muddy and musty (Stinky) |
| It be fun and games 'til your clip running out, getting 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 stacking rackades in the attics, they getting dusty (Yeah) |
| And I been shooting since sixteen, 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 (Krrah, krrah) |
| 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 and ain’t no nigga gon' do nothing (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, 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 dick when I was nothing |
| Got some money, now I’m fucking twin sisters, mamas, cousins (Blrrrd) |