DC2Trill, Warhol.SS - Lookin' Ugly lyrics
[DC2Trill, Warhol.SS - Lookin' Ugly lyrics]
(Nick on the track)
I just got a new opp
Finna pick his ass up at Cookies
Seventy-five dollars an eighth
but the nigga gas good lookin'
Pull up at your auntie house
Like, "Stop cappin', where's my money?"
Off White couch, bitch, I'm comfy
He fell off bad, Humpty Dumpty
Yes, I'm laughin', ain't shit funny
Killin' rappers like Ted Bundy
Niggas couldn't see me on a
Gray day and today sunny
Chopper got a drum attached
Strike a nigga like a match
I pulled off in a hellcat
You ain't gettin' money, jack
Come and get your bitch back
Designer clothes, try not to match
Redbone bitch and her ass so fat
Actin' like a mole so his ass got whacked
She suck dick like Katt Stackz
Riding in a space ship, but bitch
I'm a human vetements, not Patrick Ewing
RP Perc', proceed to chewing
Too many bitches, I watch them line up
Two week trial, he still couldn't try us
Too much, don't have no sinus
All money in, I could not minus
Fucking on this bitch from islands
Make her call me your highness
He ain't getting cash, it's lookin' ugly
Killin' niggas, Ted Bundy
We don't know nothing 'bout no killings
Leave his body funky
They got a leader, real Mohammad
Niggas can't even touch me
Ay, scat, scat, scat, what your engine doin'?
Take a bitch, bust her down
Hit the block like Patrick Ewing
Big rocks, shave 'em down to pebbles
Now my scaley jumpin'
Hard top, driving a lil' reckless
I ain't crashing nothing
Swerving all through traffic, bitch I'm high
You better not tell me nothing
Don't show me nothing
Is ZaZa not the only one?
I fuck these hoes, it's more than one
Get high, I'm facing more than one
This Wocky made by Morton Grove
Two pints, nigga, I just ordered one
Just spent a cool ten on some Chrome Hearts
I'm on one how you get your sentence
Up, lil' shooter? Boy, you told something
Lil boy, you better not pull up to my
Spot if you don't pour nothing
He talking' way too tough
And how I'm feeling I might show something
We gon' get it flashing with these cannons
Ayy we don't do no fabrication, live
Life how we planned it, ayy
Codeine Pissy Pamper, ayy
Too many bitches, I watch them line up
Two week trial, he still couldn't try us
Too much, don't have no sinus
All money in, I could not minus
Fucking on this bitch from islands
Make her call me your highness
He ain't getting cash, it's lookin' ugly
Killin niggas, Ted Bundy
Too many bitches, I watch them line up
Two week trial, he still couldn't try us
Too much, don't have no sinus
All money in, I could not minus
Fucking on this bitch from islands
Make her call me your highness
He ain't getting cash, it's lookin' ugly
Killin niggas, Ted Bundy
We don't know nothing 'bout no killings
Leave his body funky
They got a leader, real Mohammad
Niggas can't even touch me
Ay, scat, scat, scat, what your engine doin'?
Take a bitch, bust her down
Hit the block like Patrick Ewing
I just got a new opp
Finna pick his ass up at Cookies
Seventy-five dollars an eighth
but the nigga gas good lookin'
Pull up at your auntie house
Like, "Stop cappin', where's my money?"
Off White couch, bitch, I'm comfy
He fell off bad, Humpty Dumpty
Yes, I'm laughin', ain't shit funny
Killin' rappers like Ted Bundy
Niggas couldn't see me on a
Gray day and today sunny
Chopper got a drum attached
Strike a nigga like a match
I pulled off in a hellcat
You ain't gettin' money, jack
Come and get your bitch back
Designer clothes, try not to match
Redbone bitch and her ass so fat
Actin' like a mole so his ass got whacked
She suck dick like Katt Stackz
Riding in a space ship, but bitch
I'm a human vetements, not Patrick Ewing
RP Perc', proceed to chewing
Too many bitches, I watch them line up
Two week trial, he still couldn't try us
Too much, don't have no sinus
All money in, I could not minus
Fucking on this bitch from islands
Make her call me your highness
He ain't getting cash, it's lookin' ugly
Killin' niggas, Ted Bundy
We don't know nothing 'bout no killings
Leave his body funky
They got a leader, real Mohammad
Niggas can't even touch me
Ay, scat, scat, scat, what your engine doin'?
Take a bitch, bust her down
Hit the block like Patrick Ewing
Big rocks, shave 'em down to pebbles
Now my scaley jumpin'
Hard top, driving a lil' reckless
I ain't crashing nothing
Swerving all through traffic, bitch I'm high
You better not tell me nothing
Don't show me nothing
Is ZaZa not the only one?
I fuck these hoes, it's more than one
Get high, I'm facing more than one
This Wocky made by Morton Grove
Two pints, nigga, I just ordered one
Just spent a cool ten on some Chrome Hearts
I'm on one how you get your sentence
Up, lil' shooter? Boy, you told something
Lil boy, you better not pull up to my
Spot if you don't pour nothing
He talking' way too tough
And how I'm feeling I might show something
We gon' get it flashing with these cannons
Ayy we don't do no fabrication, live
Life how we planned it, ayy
Codeine Pissy Pamper, ayy
Too many bitches, I watch them line up
Two week trial, he still couldn't try us
Too much, don't have no sinus
All money in, I could not minus
Fucking on this bitch from islands
Make her call me your highness
He ain't getting cash, it's lookin' ugly
Killin niggas, Ted Bundy
Too many bitches, I watch them line up
Two week trial, he still couldn't try us
Too much, don't have no sinus
All money in, I could not minus
Fucking on this bitch from islands
Make her call me your highness
He ain't getting cash, it's lookin' ugly
Killin niggas, Ted Bundy
We don't know nothing 'bout no killings
Leave his body funky
They got a leader, real Mohammad
Niggas can't even touch me
Ay, scat, scat, scat, what your engine doin'?
Take a bitch, bust her down
Hit the block like Patrick Ewing