Half-Ugly Lyrics – BabyTron

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[Intro]
Ooh s*it, that’s a Danny beat
Smack the s*it out somebody
Like literally, open-hand pimp smack the s*it out of somebody (Damn, JakeSand)
You hear?

[Verse]
Black-trucking, yo’ b!tch d!ck-sucking, got her hat jumping
Would’ve thought I spilled the Don on it, jack buzzing
I need some za’, told CJ call Jack for me
I got a lot of money, hoes don’t care I’m half-ugly
All she do is cook, eat d!ck and bag (??)

Yo, tell your foreign, “Bad Bunny”
What I spent on Backwoods, that’s yo’ gas money
And what I spent on gas, boy, that’s yo’ last money
Tax right off, I pay my hitter straight through PayPal
It might look like a pistol, but I filled it up with kcal
Four twos of Horford in the popper, boy, I ain’t Al
We ain’t aiming for them bulletproof vests, straight scalps
We’ll camp out all night like some Eagle Scouts
I used to see the light ahead of me but took the evil route
Not only do I keep a Desert Eagle, I knock people out
You be big tricking on the hoes, Evel Knievel style
What I’m rolling is louder than the back of a school bus
Been an alcoholic, b!tch, was in class and school drunk
I don’t know ’bout LMA, I actually boot up
Ain’t got s*it for her but some long d!ck and two nuts
He rapping ’bout his dreams, eyes must be glued, shut
Won’t even let you finish talking, hit you with the doo
What? I think dude drunk
Brutality, done killed his health bar with two stomps
Fatality, I took her life off of two pumps
You got some money in yo’ pockets? Oh, you cool, huh?
Mm, but not a single blue, huh?
B!tch grab my chain like, “You single too, huh?”
“Tron, where you at?” In your city grabbing a deposit
Getting head from yo’ b!tch, blowing ashes off her bonnet

I’m a hunnid, but my b!tch don’t ask her if I’m on it
The plug say it’s on the floor, I guess I’m standing on the socket
Threw it all in the club, the strippers standing on my pockets
I could probably hit the three, but I’ma pass it off like Dragić
I could probably score a wheel, but I’ma pass it off, I’m Trongić
I live rent free in her head, I’m standing on her conscious
Just blame Trish if I’m standing up unconscious
Blowing berries and I got the baggies off from Bompton
What I’ll do is getting scary, ask me, it ain’t calming
B!tch think I’m out cheating, but I’m burying a body
Unc telling tales ’bout blowing Larry in a hottie
No Diddy, but I’m Omar when I’m carrying that shottie
He needs to burn in hell for that fit, Sperrys X Armani
You ain’t ten plus with this s*it, be stopped at XRs probably
All my b!tches wanna kill each other
Life turned me to a warrior, just call me Jimmy Butler
Draping, overdriving drinking, now he Jimmy Gutler
LOL, stupid silly ho, she think Jimmy loves her
What I’m cooking up, I can’t believe it’s not really butter
I pray to God every night the opps really suffer
He riding in that whoopty doo with the s*itty bumper
I hit her with that Ouken juke, make her really wonder
Woke up beside on the sand, Jake
When it come to punching cards hands, tank
I’m skating all through the A, cascade
On the court, Pistons game, I gave K the handshake
Boy, you need to boss up, I wish that you could ask Blade
Lil’ bloody off a five, spilling Wock’ on crab cakes
It’s gon’ be a body dropped if I see a hand raised
Did you see my man’ face? It’s gon’ be a sad phase
SBDSM, 7772