Lil' Ugly Mane Duckin' In Tha Kut
[Verse 1]
30 shot extended clip cold as f..ck my hearts a brick
Fuck a paper game I'm in this business tryna kill a bitch
Got yo crew on S.O.S. depressed and stressed
Never catch your boy confess my pride is something that I never will ingest
If hes slippin ima zip him up, only guns no fisticuffs
No discussin shit with us youre booty dust
Youre getting flushed get it like *BLAT*
Fuck boy when I bust your better trust that that bullet hit you like a truck
How your momma gonna feel, she know that you a fairy
She know your bitch mouth put you in the cemetary
I got the presence of a world f..ckin dignitary
So bow down stupid either way you're gettin' buried
[Hook]
Duckin' in tha kut *BLAT* boy we f..ckin em up
In the shadows ready to bust *BLAT* boy you're gettin touched
Ima lay 'em down
[Verse 2]
Get em like *BUT* mane knock em outta speedos
Face all folded up look like a burrito
Saw your murder on the news my homie got it tivo'd
Rock your chain around your people like im devo
See ho?
I'm the one they 'fraid of, you the one im gettin at
You gon get me? How you figure that
Ima get dumb and shoot the brains out your fitted cap
Never beefed twice with the same bitch first time finished that
Quit the blast ugly mane spittin gas
Yea that boy gettin ass yea that boy gettin trashed
Wipe the blood off my air macs with your dead homies rag
Smokin on the blunt with my nose in a powder bag
[Hook]
Duckin' in tha kut *BLAT* boy we f..ckin em up
In the shadows ready to bust *BLAT* boy you're gettin touched
Ima lay 'em down
