Half-Ugly

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

[Verse]
Black-truckin', yo' bitch dick-suckin', got her hat jumpin'
Would've thought I spilled the Don on it, jack buzzin'
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 dick, and bag groceries
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 pop, but boy, I ain't Al
We ain't aimin' 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 trickin' on the hoes, Evel Knievel style
What I'm rollin' is louder than the back of a school bus
Been an alcoholic, bitch, was in class and school drunk
I don't know 'bout LMA, I actually boot up
Ain't got shit for her but some long dick and two nuts
He rappin' 'bout his dreams, eyes must be glued, shut
Won't even let you finish talkin', 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?
Bitch grab my chain like, "You single too, huh?"
"Tron, where you at?" In your city grabbin' a deposit
Gettin' head from yo' bitch, blowin' ashes off her bonnet
I'm a hunnid, but my bitch don't ask her if I'm honest
The plug say it's on the floor, I guess I'm standin' on the socket
Threw it all in the club, the strippers standin' 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 standin' on her conscious
Just blame Trish if I'm standin' up unconscious
Blowin' berries and I got the baggies off from Bompton
What I'll do is gettin' scary, ask me, it ain't calmin'
Bitch think I'm out cheatin', but I'm buryin' a body
Unc tellin' tales 'bout blowin' Larry in a hottie
No Diddy, but I'm Omar when I'm carryin' that shottie
He needs to burn in hell for that fit, Sperrys X Armani
You ain't ten plus with this shit, be stopped at XRs probably
All my bitches wanna kill each other
Life turned me to a warrior, just call me Jimmy Butler
Drapin', overdrivin' drinkin', now he Jimmy Gutler
LOL, stupid silly ho, she think Jimmy loves her
What I'm cookin' up, I can't believe it's not really butter
I pray to God every night the opps really suffer
He ridin' in that whoopty doo with the shitty bumper
I hit her with that Ouken juke, make her really wonder
Woke up beside on the sand, Jake
When it come to punchin' cards hands, tank
I'm skatin' 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, spillin' 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