Ugly God Welcome To The Booty Tape Lyrics

[CUFBOYS:]

So what’s your opinion on Ugly God, mom? A lot of people have wanted me to do that.

[CUFBOYS’ Mom:]

This two videos we just saw?

[CUFBOYS:]

Yeah.

[CUFBOYS’ Mom:]

Oh, good luck to him, because whatever he made off that is not gonna be no.

[CUFBOYS:]

What you mean?

[CUFBOYS’ Mom:]

He’s not gonna make any more. That was terrible. I mean, I’m pretty open minded, so I like some of these people. I think they have a future. This guy, number one, he’s not that attractive. Number two, he’s not! I mean, he’s just not that attractive! And then all he wants to sing about is dumb stuff, almost like… I don’t know how to even say it, he’s singing like pornographic stuff, and who just wants to see. I mean, I guess if he has an audience for it, good luck. I would never listen to that.

[CUFBOYS:]

So it’s a no? Final opinion on Ugly God?

[CUFBOYS’ Mom:]

Oh yeah, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no. No, no, no. He’s one of the worst you have shown me.

[Ugly God:]

I spent that check on my neck

I got yo’ bitch drippin’, she wet (drip)

Nigga, please don’t disrespect

My niggas, they grippin’ them TECs

I pull up and pick up that check

I go to yo’ crib, put my dick in yo’ sister

Yo’ bitch on my line, I pull up and I drill her

Don’t DM me, nigga, don’t hit me on Twitter

Damn, I am the G.O.A.T, admit it (yeah)

I fuck on yo’ bitch ’cause she with it

These niggas so broke, I don’t get it (the fuck?)

I need me a milli, let’s get it

I always say I need a milli

I probably won’t stop ’til I cop me a milli

When I touch a milli, I’ll cop me a Bentley

So let me stack up ’cause my pockets look empty

You niggas and bitches irrelevant

I need me that check, I pay hella rent

My pockets thicker than a elephant

I do this rap shit for the hell of it

2016, bitch I coulda been President

Bitch I’m the shit, I came up and it’s evident

Don’t call me brother, no we are not relatives

You niggas are snakes, yuh

These bitches is fake, yuh

I see that you hate, yuh

I count up this cake, yuh (I run up that cash)

You savin’ these hoes, lil nigga (the fuck?)

I cannot relate, yuh (cannot relate)

But get you a cape, yuh

Say hey to my tape, yuh

Bitch