Larry June - It Can Get Ugly lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Larry June - It Can Get Ugly lyrics]
What you know about 20 in the North Face
Sliding round in the under nigga no trace
No plates, we on the Bay Bridge
Lil Rece on the beat nigga this a hit
Like I got a black belt, I got good kicks
White tee, Air Max, this a good fit
When I go to take a flick
Show the good wrist
I don't got a million dollars
But I'm hood rich
2 drop top whips that slight shit
Lately I been feeling like I
Don't need a bitch
Bitch you gettin' on my nerves
On some other shit
And you always worried 'bout another bitch
Yeah I know I talk shit, I don't give a fuck
And it's never in the truck
Fuck you thought it was
Big stick on the wop, watch it play drums
Talkin' shit on the text, now you actin' dumb
You a bitch and you know it
You ain't bout that
Lil nigga fuck around and get pimp slapped
I'm in Pleasant Hill
Just collecting big trap
If she ain't got at least 8
She can keep that
Me and my niggas on the road, we
Everytime I touch down, hit June pack
I'm just a Frisco nigga wit a huge strap
I'm really good in my hood I ain't gotta flex
Bitch nigga talk shit, he can get
Then lay low
Make a smoothie with a mixed bitch
I can't fuck around with niggas
That ain't bout shit
I don't owe a nigga shit
I don't think they get it
Every bitch that I had was a go-getter
Fuck you mean
I ain't fuckin' wit you broke niggas
I used to rock academics with the tall T's
Back then niggas still had a couple G's
Back to back through the V it was me and
Double back I got game at the Four Seasons
I swear to God my life changed
When I bought the Benz
I ain't never going broke nigga not again
Two tone Glock 40 I don't want that
Young niggas fuck around and get niggas take
Sliding round in the under nigga no trace
No plates, we on the Bay Bridge
Lil Rece on the beat nigga this a hit
Like I got a black belt, I got good kicks
White tee, Air Max, this a good fit
When I go to take a flick
Show the good wrist
I don't got a million dollars
But I'm hood rich
2 drop top whips that slight shit
Lately I been feeling like I
Don't need a bitch
Bitch you gettin' on my nerves
On some other shit
And you always worried 'bout another bitch
Yeah I know I talk shit, I don't give a fuck
And it's never in the truck
Fuck you thought it was
Big stick on the wop, watch it play drums
Talkin' shit on the text, now you actin' dumb
You a bitch and you know it
You ain't bout that
Lil nigga fuck around and get pimp slapped
I'm in Pleasant Hill
Just collecting big trap
If she ain't got at least 8
She can keep that
Me and my niggas on the road, we
Everytime I touch down, hit June pack
I'm just a Frisco nigga wit a huge strap
I'm really good in my hood I ain't gotta flex
Bitch nigga talk shit, he can get
Then lay low
Make a smoothie with a mixed bitch
I can't fuck around with niggas
That ain't bout shit
I don't owe a nigga shit
I don't think they get it
Every bitch that I had was a go-getter
Fuck you mean
I ain't fuckin' wit you broke niggas
I used to rock academics with the tall T's
Back then niggas still had a couple G's
Back to back through the V it was me and
Double back I got game at the Four Seasons
I swear to God my life changed
When I bought the Benz
I ain't never going broke nigga not again
Two tone Glock 40 I don't want that
Young niggas fuck around and get niggas take