Ugh Nasty Lyrics

My people see my death at early age, they think I'm crazy

Sometimes I think I see the same thing too, but I'm gon' face it

had two hits at 17, been knew that I was amazing

I'm self-made with my own racks, don't play me like I'm basic, I'ma bank something

Do you Uncle Phil me? I'ma spank something

My name ring bells all in the air, I'm ranked

Oh you ranked too? Then send your soldiers at me, I'ma crank something

You ain't shot no BB's or no bullets, you gon' blank something

I ain't Waka, I ain't Shaq, I'm going hard up in the paint

Man I think I waited like two hours for the food I ordered, mane

So Maury hit my phone, I ain't the dad, he said "you are the man"

Guess I'm the master not the god, don't go that far like Charlamagne

Yea that's my brother, you the type to get robbed out your chain then buy another

Might shoot this in that alleyway, you know we out the gutter

So I won't lolly around, I'ma get popped I ain't a sucker

You don't need to get involved cause if it's beef, they get your mother

Got Audemars and all the bars like I got candy on my face

Well I don't got that Audemar, but on my wrist I need a Wraith

Just had a ball, I bought them all, them demons looking at my plate

You want me stole? Come take a soul, you stupid biting on the bait

Yea I can't do no friends, I got to watch all of them close

Same ones tried to steal from me, the same ones did a toast

And if he talking crazy, then just punch him in his throat

Heavy on jewelry just to pump some gas, they say I do the most, huh

At first they ain't believe in me, now they say I'm the G.O.A.T

Booker had booked me up in Paris, I'll be fresh up out the boat

I got a million dollar smile and plus a thousand dollar coat

Now go tell Vlad to talk about that, than the guns that rappers tote

Oh you a trapper? I don't do none of that stuff I say, I'm just a rapper

I know her man beat her because she flinch when I just tap her

All you got to do is give the word, he in a capsule

Wonder how I do it? Let me tell you, okay

Catch 'em, slice something, ugh ugh, nasty

That's what I'ma tell you if you ask me

Catch 'em, slice something, ugh ugh, nasty

I told you, got two killers in the backseat

Catch 'em, slice something, ugh ugh, nasty

That's what I'ma tell you if you ask me

Catch 'em, slice something, ugh ugh, nasty

I told you, got two killers in the backseat

Glock out, block out

He ain't got no chance I'm like McMahon, I'm on his blocka

Villains in disguise, they screaming "blatt blatt" gthrdratat! Shhh, you hear that?

Bang bang, Chief Keef, catch him on his backstreet

Cheap thing, Jeep thing, pop up out the roof

It's a G thing, he thought he hit us, he hit a moose

But I had knocked him out his socks, he better go get back his shoes

Hit him through the glass like "pow pow pow pow!" It wasn't bulletproof

So you was banging in them songs but wasn't banging in them streets

Give me a mic don't need a paper, guaranteed it's all I need

You probably thinking it's all sweet, cause I be singing? Uhh, please

You in that water? When I checked, man you was sinking underneath

Almost cried when I seen Gucci and Jeezy Verzuz battle

Bat him up and jack him, then go rob his son, tell him "skedaddle"

"You jacking babies?" No that's a grown man in a kid's body, I call him Sada

I wish my old principle would of got that paddle, I would

Catch 'em, slice something, ugh ugh, nasty

That's what I'ma tell you if you ask me

Catch 'em, slice something, ugh ugh, nasty

I told you, got two killers in the backseat

Catch 'em, slice something, ugh ugh, nasty

That's what I'ma tell you if you ask me

Catch 'em, slice something, ugh ugh, nasty

I told you, got two killers in the backseat

Hahahaha, nasty

Nasty

Slice something, nasty