Текст пісні ugly - Drippin So Pretty

ugly

Well you can’t do nothing forever
It’s not looking good
I make it so ugly
But I think that it’s funny
I think that it’s funny you turning your back and you want something from me
Know I got a new stick on me, I could wrap you up like a mummy
And I don’t need that fake love, I can’t count on you, I count money
Don’t make me cross you out
I just walked up with a hundred rounds
I hit you up, ain’t no striking out
You know my name we don’t fuck around
I just pulled up on your bitch and she saying wow
Hopped out of the whip, I threw 60 down
This gun on my waist is a .40 cal
My heart is so cold, gave her every ounce
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, and all that shit you said was cap
Only thing that’s real is when her face up on my lap
I be gripping this 9 like I don’t know how to relax
Lotta my friends died everyday, it might just be my last
Try to change my life but really I just fucking been afraid
When you cut the lights off my diamonds pink just like it’s lemonade
Fell in love with pills can’t love no more baby forever sick
After you switch sides I seeing it can never be the same
It can never be the same
Bloody wrist out the sun roof
I’m sick in the head when I’m switching lanes
I hop in the Tesla it’s not a Range
Baby I know that you see the pain
My brother switched up for a little fame
You know I see different like different frames
I make it so ugly
But I think that it’s funny
I think that it’s funny you turning your back and you want something from me
Know I got a new stick on me, I could wrap you up like a mummy
And I don’t need that fake love, I can’t count on you, I count money
Don’t make me cross you out
I just walked up with a hundred rounds
I hit you up, ain’t no striking out
You know my name we don’t fuck around
I just pulled up on your bitch and she saying wow
Hopped out of the whip, I threw 60 down
This gun on my waist is a .40 cal
My heart is so cold, gave her every ounce
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, and all that shit you said was cap
Only thing that’s real is when her face up on my lap
I be gripping this 9 like I don’t know how to relax
Lotta my friends died everyday, it might just be my last