Gucci Mane - Ugly lyrics

[Intro] (Nile, I hear you) (Run that back, Playboi) [Chorus: Pooh Shiesty] sh*t 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 ain't no ni**a gon' do nothing (Ain't no ni**a gon' do sh*t) Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter, regular clip a dozen And this Gucci backpack filled with racks, try something, I press that bu*ton 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 fu*king 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 sh*t get ugly My clip gеt emptied every shootout, ain't a time that I won't bust it 'Fore a ni**a 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 b*tches while they strip Think 'bout your folks over there 'fore you play, everybody gon' get killed This sh*t get ugly, you see all black, hoppin' out, let 'em rip [Chorus: Pooh Shiesty & Gucci Mane] sh*t 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 ain't no ni**a gon' do nothing (Ain't no ni**a gon' do sh*t) 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 bu*ton (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 fu*king twin sisters, mamas, cousins [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I just Louisville slugged that lil' boy like I'm from Kentucky (Baow) The chopper knocked him out his shoes and now that b*tch 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 sh*t gon' get disgusting My young ni**as 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) [Chorus: Pooh Shiesty] sh*t 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 ni**a gon' do nothing (Ain't no ni**a gon' do sh*t) 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 bu*ton 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 fu*king twin sisters, mamas, cousins (Blrrrd)