UGLY FRANK

UGLY FRANK - 90 lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

One time for my nigga Chris P., look

One time for my nigga Diggy Duke, look

One time for my nigga Mr. Swag, sweat!

One time for my nigga Desperado, you fat!

One time for my niggas

My nigga Germ, my nigga Jay

(Verse)

Look, living splendid on the block

I'm in the Bentley bending numbers

But be Flockavelli 2, the perfect blend

I'm working dinner way

Play the hand I'm dealt

I got it handy, no banana on a choper

Hammer melt you before I vanish on the interstate

Uppercut and vomit, don't mean it

Close, you tuck a man buttons with me

Color quarter native selling in the k

List of faith, the rollie, I control

The baller black as blue

Versache framing purple rain

I'm dancing on them dinner plates

Double cuffs, the former truth

The drugs, calvin buckets

Got the heater right beneath me

Load the piece and blow the fuck shit

I need a couple fiends to kill increase my total budget

If it's beef then it's whatever, bitch, it's beef

You know I love it, look

Reconnect the dots, dismiss the forum, chilling solo one

Yeah, I'm floating mucho elegante flipping boaters

I told you falling niggas that I wrote the book of blowing up

The spatter out is really stretching out, I keep it ?

I told you pussy niggas don't be juggin' on my callin'

I told you bitch don't ever sell yo pussy on my corner

I don't believe you brought yours here pushing at my spot

It's the audacity of niggas pulling dough for yo doughnut

Narcoleptic sentence, stichin' symbols in my skin

And my intention keep the baddest bitches bendin' in my Timbs

It's cool weather, a little breeze upon my back

Temporaries on them butterscotch the Coogi turtleneck I left the leather open

Ride around Pirelli smokin', ride around the set like it's the nineties

You find me somewhere with an open container

I'm fadin', I'm focused, I'm hopeless, I'm open to danger

My brain is corroded, my soul is entrapped in the chamber

I came to elope with yo bitch, get a dorm at the Motel 6

Roping her hips and skeet all over her lips

I'm leanin' in El Caminos, I'm weeded off of a zit

I'm speeding, I know I'm speeding, illegal lawful shit

I said I'm smacked off of Danny's right now, two pain killers

Sixteen blunts in one hour, drove too loud

Too damn much, I smoke too damn much

I drink too damn much, I think too damn much

I coughed too many bodies this week

Paranoia persona, I can't sleep

Made a deal with my lawyer in six weeks, no contact

Ridin' by myself, all me, don't fall back

Back from back snatchin' with my man, he from Pakistan

Chainsaw massacre yo man, Chris was ?

Hands all bloody, put my stamp on the money

Give a goddamn knowing damn well y'all envy Ugly

Look, look, hold up, look

You can't fuck with me, barely you can keep up with me

You can't fuck with me, barely even keep up with me

You can't fuck with me, look

(Hook x2)

Say a lot, put yo man up

That's the click, you don't like to suck a dick

You around to suck a dick, and my neighbor Chris ?

You a thottie

Bun a rubber and a bullet proof alright

(Verse)

Look! I popped a pill at a pizza party with Satan

I kick in the game dorm, I'm playn on fucking stain

I ain't playn, bitch

Take me for real, I need a millie stat

I'm hoodied up, smoking drugs in my Phiddy cap

Bitch slap most of these rappers that say they trap

But they dun' trap, cause they just faggots

Same bangin', that's a fact

Rollin' and mobbin', pucking in taxi cabs

Battle depression, I lose my temper during traffic jams

I just brought a Tech on me, bought it from Pakistan

Finger fuck a bitch, I'm machin' her in that transann

Sorry momma, more money, more pro'lems, I'm the product of a drug pro'lem

Fuckin' with my money, you'll hit rock bottom

It's really nothin', I get 'em, I got 'em

Double that money, I open doors and I let my Tech off at fucking least

Reel us out, I'll swerve around in a fucking Jeep

Eight different pills, twenty blunts, four drinks

I'm party hoppin' with beamers, I'm barbequeing with Dave

On my way to my shrink, and my terapy's Jim Bean real

Real life with a villain, livin' with social anxiety

Me and Franky were Siamese twins clipped at birth

I'm really high and I'm frying out while they think that I'm dying out

I'm highly capable and really willing to flip a burp

Rip my shirt when I'm flexing

Always wondering if papa made it up to heaven

And will I ever do the same

Whipping work and I'm pluggin' homies in Texas

Sniper ride with a weapon, I'm fully fixed to fuck the game

(Outro)

Your own shark tank, I pop the pills

Your own shark tank, uuu

(Hook x2)

Say a lot, put yo man up

That's the click, you don't like to suck a dick

You around to suck a dick, and my neighbor Chris ?

You a thottie

Bun a rubber and a bullet proof alright

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