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Pooh Shiesty - Ugly Lyrics
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(Nile, I hear you)
(Run that back, Playboi)

Shit get ugly, everybody with me thuggin'
They keep they pistol out, no regular clips allowed
You know we clutchin' (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
I stand firm on what my gang do 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, blrrrd-blrrrd)
And this Gucci backpack filled with racks (filled with racks)
Try somethin', I press that button (I press that)
I break that automatic foldin' chop (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
Out my Louis V luggage (out my luggage)
Still got respect for all the old hoes (yeah)
Rode my dick when I was nothin' (rode my dick when I was nothin')
Got some money, now I'm f*ckin' twin sisters, mamas, cousins (ayy)

Ayy, SRT beat up the streets, do donuts, I be buckin' (blrrrd, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Hydro shots up in the clip, he live then he lucky (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
AK with the stock, the knife look like it came from Chucky (the knife it came from Chucky)
Beef like Jason with the mask off, you play, this shit get ugly (this shit get ugly)
My clip get emptied every shootout, ain't a time that I won't bust it (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
'Fore a nigga t-shirt me, it's breakin' news and I'm the suspect (breakin' 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 (blrrrd, yeah, yeah)
We throw ones up in the air, rainin' on bitches while they strip (yeah, yeah)
Think 'bout your folks over there 'fore you play
Everybody gon' get killed (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'
They keep they pistol out, no regular clipsallowed (no)
You know we clutchin' (you know we clutchin')
I stand firm on what my gang do (blrrrd)
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 (filled with racks)
Try somethin', I press that button (it's Gucci)
I break that automatic foldin' chop (foldin' chop)
Out my Louis V luggage (out my Louis V luggage)
Still got respect for all the old hoes (uh)
Rode my dick when I was nothin' (rode my dick when I was nothin')
Got some money, now I'm f*ckin' 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, play with me that shit gon' get disgustin' (ugh)
My young niggas lay on you 'til they muddy and musty (stinky)
It be fun and games 'til your click runnin' and gettin' busted (go)
I don't trust nobody like my strap, that's where my trust at (my strap)
It ain't that much love left in my heart, I can't adjust that (nah)
I been stackin' rackades in the attics, they gettin' dusty (dusty)
And I been shootin' since sixteen, I got good aim, I ain't rusty (I'm not rusty)
People say I'm shiesty just like Pooh, they scared to trust me (just like Shiesty)
Like Training Day, get done like Denzel got done by them Russians (grrah, grrah)

Shit get ugly, everybody with me thuggin' (thuggin')
They keep they pistol out, no regular clips allowed (no)
You know we clutchin' (you know we clutchin')
I stand firm on what my gang do (blrrrd)
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 (filled with racks)
try somethin', I press that button (I press that button)
I break that automatic foldin' chop (foldin' chop)
Out my Louis V luggage (out my Louis V luggage)
Still got respect for all the old hoes (uh)
Rode my dick when I was nothin' (rode my dick when I was nothin')
Got some money, now I'm f*ckin' twin sisters, mamas, cousins (blrrrd)
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(Nile, I hear you)
(Run that back, Playboi)

Shit get ugly, everybody with me thuggin'
They keep they pistol out, no regular clips allowed
You know we clutchin' (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
I stand firm on what my gang do 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, blrrrd-blrrrd)
And this Gucci backpack filled with racks (filled with racks)
Try somethin', I press that button (I press that)
I break that automatic foldin' chop (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
Out my Louis V luggage (out my luggage)
Still got respect for all the old hoes (yeah)
Rode my dick when I was nothin' (rode my dick when I was nothin')
Got some money, now I'm f*ckin' twin sisters, mamas, cousins (ayy)

Ayy, SRT beat up the streets, do donuts, I be buckin' (blrrrd, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Hydro shots up in the clip, he live then he lucky (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
AK with the stock, the knife look like it came from Chucky (the knife it came from Chucky)
Beef like Jason with the mask off, you play, this shit get ugly (this shit get ugly)
My clip get emptied every shootout, ain't a time that I won't bust it (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
'Fore a nigga t-shirt me, it's breakin' news and I'm the suspect (breakin' 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 (blrrrd, yeah, yeah)
We throw ones up in the air, rainin' on bitches while they strip (yeah, yeah)
Think 'bout your folks over there 'fore you play
Everybody gon' get killed (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'
They keep they pistol out, no regular clipsallowed (no)
You know we clutchin' (you know we clutchin')
I stand firm on what my gang do (blrrrd)
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 (filled with racks)
Try somethin', I press that button (it's Gucci)
I break that automatic foldin' chop (foldin' chop)
Out my Louis V luggage (out my Louis V luggage)
Still got respect for all the old hoes (uh)
Rode my dick when I was nothin' (rode my dick when I was nothin')
Got some money, now I'm f*ckin' 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, play with me that shit gon' get disgustin' (ugh)
My young niggas lay on you 'til they muddy and musty (stinky)
It be fun and games 'til your click runnin' and gettin' busted (go)
I don't trust nobody like my strap, that's where my trust at (my strap)
It ain't that much love left in my heart, I can't adjust that (nah)
I been stackin' rackades in the attics, they gettin' dusty (dusty)
And I been shootin' since sixteen, I got good aim, I ain't rusty (I'm not rusty)
People say I'm shiesty just like Pooh, they scared to trust me (just like Shiesty)
Like Training Day, get done like Denzel got done by them Russians (grrah, grrah)

Shit get ugly, everybody with me thuggin' (thuggin')
They keep they pistol out, no regular clips allowed (no)
You know we clutchin' (you know we clutchin')
I stand firm on what my gang do (blrrrd)
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 (filled with racks)
try somethin', I press that button (I press that button)
I break that automatic foldin' chop (foldin' chop)
Out my Louis V luggage (out my Louis V luggage)
Still got respect for all the old hoes (uh)
Rode my dick when I was nothin' (rode my dick when I was nothin')
Got some money, now I'm f*ckin' twin sisters, mamas, cousins (blrrrd)
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Writer: Elijah Gull, Lontrell Williams, Nile Bey, Radric Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave

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