Ugly (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro]
(Nile, I hear you)
(Run that back, Playboi)
[Chorus: Pooh Shiesty]
Shit get ugly, everybody with me thuggin
We keep that pistol out, no regular clips, we loud, you know we clutchin (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
I stand formal with my gang and aint no nigga gon do nothing (Aint no nigga gon do shit)
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 Im ****ing twin sisters, mamas, cousins
[Verse 1: Pooh Shiesty]
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 camе from Chucky
Beef like Jason with the mask off, you play, this shit get ugly
My clip gеt emptied every shootout, aint a time that I wont bust it
Fore a nigga T-shirt me, its breaking news and Im the suspect
Put your face on Fox 13, now its 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 emrip
[Chorus: Pooh Shiesty & Gucci Mane]
Shit get ugly (Blrrrd, blrrrd), 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 aint no nigga gon do nothing (Aint 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, try something, I press that button (Its 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 Im ****ing twin sisters, mamas, cousins
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I just Louisville slugged that lil boy like Im from Kentucky (Baow)
The chopper knocked him out his shoes and now that bitch on crutches (Well, damn)
We dont 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 dont trust nobody like my strap, thats where my trust is (My strap)
It aint that much love left in my heart, I cant 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 aint rusty (Im not rusty)
People say Im sheisty just like Pooh, they scared to trust me (Just like Shiesty)
LikeTraining Day, get done like Denzel got done by them Russians (Krrah, krrah)
[Chorus: Pooh Shiesty]
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 aint no nigga gon do nothing (Aint 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 Im ****ing twin sisters, mamas, cousins (Blrrrd)