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Ugly
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ugly was released on May 11, 2026 by B-Lovee as a part of the album Ugly - Single
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Release DateMay 11, 2026
LabelB-Lovee
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
B-Lovee
B-Lovee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quashawn Cannon
Quashawn Cannon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
B-Lovee
B-Lovee
Producer

Lyrics

Double E
Mmm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz
Baow, baow, like
We in a party, we got all the Glocks
It's extended, we call it a mop
We get on hots, get to bendin' through blocks
G-lock clickin', this shit never lock
Glitchin' for Zelly, this shit never stop
Pockets full of that money, this shit never stop
If he hop like a bunny, we send at his top
Get caught out of bounds, and it's bound to get bloody
They know 'bout us 'cause we do **** ugly
Sippin' that mud, that shit got me movin' slow motion
No, I don't call **** muddy
I don't need shit, ride to the end if you love me
****, it's an opp in a spot, he think we don't see him
Get on his ass like some Huggies
Gave her that dick, then she sayin' she love me
Rah got hit with that .40, nobody wanted to get him
I've been thuggin' since I was a shorty, baby, I'm one of them ****
I'm tryna cut on my side when I had that bitch troll me
I started pullin' that trigger
Still scream, "Free all my ****"
She like, "If you so nice, why you be with the killas?"
That's only for me to remember
And my heart too cold, I was born in December
In the field, it get real, this shit not for beginners
The G onna hip, if he try, I'ma send him
Bend through, brodie been dyin' get 'em
It's a good chance you could die if you with 'em
Free all my guys, I miss poppin' with 'em
We on that drill, I was flockin' it with 'em
We tappin' opps, on the east, it get wocky
Who leavin' out with no gun? ****, not me
Big ass Glock on the hip, this shit ocky
Blow at the V, if this shit movin' oppy
Feel like Giannis, bitch, who gon' stop me?
One of them ones, baby, I'm feelin' cocky
I'm reversin' that plan if you think you got me
Hop out blammin', no, ****, not me
I'm gettin' money, no way I can fall off
I'm tryna shoot at his face 'til his nose off
Thot on my body, she takin' them clothes off
I told her, "Hold on", she tryna eat up, so I let her go off
He'll get slimed in this shit tryna show off
Bro tryna go out, do it all for the set, goin' all at
He tryna walk up, and see what we talk 'bout (Talk 'bout)
We in a party, we got all the Glocks
It's extended, we call it a mop
We get on hots, get to bendin' through blocks
G-lock clickin', this shit never lock
Glitchin' for Zelly, this shit never stop
Pockets full of that money, this shit never stop
If he hop like a bunny, we send at his top
Get caught out of bounds, and it's bound to get bloody
They know 'bout us 'cause we do **** ugly
Sippin' that mud, that shit got me movin' slow motion
No, I don't call **** muddy
I don't need shit, ride to the end if you love me
****, it's an opp in a spot, he think we don't see him
Get on his ass like some Huggies
Gave her that dick, then she sayin' she love me
Written by: Quashawn Cannon
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