Get Ugly $tupid Young & Drakeo the Ruler

[Intro]
(JP, stop playin')

[Chorus: $tupid Young]
Hey
Big chops knock him off, ain’t no question
We gon' have the nigga baby mama stressin'
Dumb mans didn’t even have his weapon
All the opps tryna link up, that's a poor connection
Don't have the loaf tiptoein' through your section, nigga
'Cause it's gon' get ugly
We on the way, turn at the intersection, nigga
'Cause it’s gon’ get ugly

[Verse 1: $tupid Young]
How he left his gun at home when he spent some dough on it?
I just gave my youngin a pole, he'll put a soul on it
Check my paperwork, nigga, I never told on it
I made an oath to my bros, I’ll never fold on it
And tеll me have you evеr went to jail
Tryna post bail but you couldn't 'cause you had a hold on it?
And all they gave you was some paper and some stamps
But nobody wasn't there so you ain’t never even wrote it
Yeah, this life get cold, don't it?
You a ho if you got plays, and you don't ever put your bros on it
Strapped up like a whole hundred
Everytime I'm in the booth, I hear the beat, I put my soul on it