Superugly

I got myself a gun

I got myself a gun

Brooklyn stand up

I got myself a gun

But really I don't need tha heat

Ya heart pump project Kool aid

I ain't gotta two way you gays

This is not beef

This is rap hommie

I don't have a scratch on me

You feel jay soft

Rip jay off

Damn I'm only worth over a hundred million

Look

I got beef with like a hundred children

Niggaz with pink suits

Trying to get cute

You a little outta line hommie

Don't let the 9 hommie

Put ya out ya mind hommie

B**ch keep trying hommie

Kick yo little lies

I kick my real facts

Like u sneaking out tha back

At tha source sound lab

We wasn't chasing you

We had a tape and too

We came through to do our little one two thang

It wasn't a Rockefeller come through thing

If it was on like that

Why would I come through queens

Yo ya'll queens ni**a know how I do

I got mo' shooters in queens bridge than u

Niggaz'll tie you up on the colosseum roof

And open beer bottles off ya boy's chipped tooth

Look here

I got myself a gun

Yea I got myself a gun

Listen

I'm tha J tha A to the f**k this broad

This ni**a never sold aspiring

How u Escobar

Had to buy you're chain back tha last time u got robbed

The nerve of this coward ni**a oh my god

And all rap rumors are innuendo

I bring them to you live

Lift up ya window

Let tha public begin to see your dirty laundry

Ya'll don't want me to continue

Super ugly

I don't give a f**k

All I really know is that yo hoe wants to be with me

She ain't playing

Believe what I'm saying

Me and tha boy a I got more in

Common than just balling and rhyming

Get it

More in Carmen

I came in ya Bentley backseat

Skeeted in jeep

Left condoms in tha baby seat

Here ni**a

Tha gloves is off

The love is done

Its whateva wheneva howeva

Ni**a 1

And since you infatuated with saying tha gay sh*t

Yes u was kissing my dick when u was kissing that b**ch

Crazy b**ch

You thought I was boning ringette

You calling carm' a hundred times I was boning her neck

You got a baby by that broad

You can't disown her yet

When does ya lies end

When does the truth begin

When does reality set it

Or does it not matter

Gotta hurt that I'm ya baby mama's favorite rapper

And ask your current girl

She know what's up

Holla at a real ni**a

I don't give a f**k

All I really know is that yo hoe wants to be with me

She ain't playing

Believe what I'm saying