Ugly God Straight Like That Lyrics

[Ugly God & Wintertime:]

Straight like that we ain’t straight

That is not my mans I don’t feel him do you feel him

[Ugly God:]

I’m not your bro, straight like that

Please don’t hit my phone, straight like that

Go straight like that, we ain’t straight like that

Straight like that, we ain’t straight like that

[Wintertime:]

Shit ain’t sweet straight like that

Please don’t try to reach straight like that

It’s straight like that we ain’t straight like that

Straight like that we ain’t straight like that

[Ugly God:]

I don’t fuck with you straight like that man

I been running ’round all day I feel like pac man

I got hoes I’m low-key just like Batman

Please don’t fuck with me straight like that man

[Wintertime:]

I went from pac man to the rap man

All about my bread I’m ’bout my cash man

Came up out the water oh so fast man

I can’t play no games I’m on that ass man

[Ugly God:]

On some real shit you could be a cool fellow

Or you could be a sweet pussy nigga cinderella

But either way I won’t fuck with you on the regular

So don’t take it personal I’m ’bout my mozzarella

[Wintertime:]

I’m ’bout my mozzarella young nigga I’m ’bout my cheddar

A boy came up now they bitches want get together

Wintertime all the time bitch I can change the weather

And I’m still finessing persuading it’s cause I’m better

[Ugly God:]

I pulled up on your bitch swerved up in a taxi

Gucci flip flops gym shorts head nappy

Bitch that’s not your bitch cause that bitch call me papi

So do us a favour, do you, now we happy

[Wintertime:]

I’m calling they feelin’ em, I’m frozen they feelin’ em

These niggas I’m killin’ em, these hoes say I’m killin’ em

They bros say I’m killing’ em, pull up and I’m pillin’ off

Give a fuck what your feelings are, I’mma keep juggin’ em

[Ugly God:]

I’m not your bro, straight like that

Please don’t hit my phone, straight like that

Go straight like that, we ain’t straight like that

Straight like that, we ain’t straight like that

[Wintertime:]

I’m not your folk, straight like that

Tryna hit me I go ghost straight like that

Go straight like that, we ain’t straight like that

Go straight like that, we ain’t straight like that’

That is not my mans I don’t feel him do you feel him [x2]