Nomad Quinn, Jay Cobra & Sean Lewis - UGLY!

Run it up, run it up, run it
All that shit you talk man it just won't cut it
Fist to your dome if you wanna act funny
Pull up to your spot boy it bout to get ugly
Run it up, run it up, run it
All that shit you talk man it just won't cut it
Fist to your dome if you wanna act funny
Pull up to your spot boy it bout to get ugly
Yeah this shit'll get ugly
Put you in the dirt if you try me like a dummy
Squash you like an insect the way that you buggin'
Rain on your parade this ain't always sunny
You the type of motherfucker sell ya soul for a cheque
Y'all some pussy boys that's why you pull up with a tech
Always been a coward you ain't never run them hands bruh
Catch me in the city sitting pretty running bands up, uh
Made my first 2k it's a milli next
I don't front for the gram ion need flex
I stay humble with this shit so I keep it cool
Y'all tryna be sum you not, you some fuckin fools
Yeah, time to pay ya debts
Duck when we around lil bitch you not a threat
No apologies man we coming for ya neck
Try me fuck boy it'll be your last breath
Run it up, run it up, run it
All that shit you talk man it just won't cut it
Fist to your dome if you wanna act funny
Pull up to your spot boy it bout to get ugly
Run it up, run it up, run it
All that shit you talk man it just won't cut it
Fist to your dome if you wanna act funny
Pull up to your spot boy it bout to get ugly
Boy you buggin'
Type-a bitch turn nothin' into somethin'
Y'all the bottom, we the top of the muffin
You got, no thunder when I jump in
Rolling 6 deep so these feet can hit you by the dozen
This ain't your dad's music, but boy we get to stomping
Pray god still love me
Fuck around, then it can get ugly
Y'all got me feeling like Ron Artest with a drink in the air
Eagle flying out the cage with no cares
Some one gunna catch these hands
From the stage to the grand stands
Y'all know I'm bout to make some fucking noise
Put you through a table like the Dudley Boyz
No bills, mafia, 13 seconds then we squashing ya, no excuses
My team never loses, run it up, chuck the deuces
Run it up, run it up, run it
All that shit you talk man it just won't cut it
Fist to your dome if you wanna act funny
Pull up to your spot boy it bout to get ugly
Run it up, run it up, run it
All that shit you talk man it just won't cut it
Fist to your dome if you wanna act funny
Pull up to your spot boy it bout to get ugly

Written by:
Damon Quinn, Jaccob Mackenzie

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find