[Verse 1: Lil Ugly Mane]
Yeah
Ugly with the ugly thoughts
Ugly really heinous
Keep the dust on 'em like chalkboard erasers
I don't give a fuck, I never spar with a hater
Keep havin' opinions, I'mma keep gettin' paper
Faded out in Hollywood, blowin' out a vapor
Say you got them styles, but you still just imitators
Money, cash all around me
Shouts to all my peoples out in county
Doing digits for the paint pounds and gettin' rowdy
Gettin' domed up in the alley
Sittin' on them Daytons like I'm goin' back to Cali
I'm blowin' illy smoke
Bitches in bikinis and chinchilla coats
Smack you out the beanie for the thrill, hoe
There's too much shit we gettin' killed for
Run a dick in your bitch, and I hit it real slow
I drop magic, and they really love it
Style stay rugged, and you ain't even got a ounce of it

[Chorus: Lil Ugly Mane]
And you ain't even got a ounce of it
Style so rugged, you get killed so sudden
And you ain't even got a ounce of it
And you ain't even got a ounce of it
And you ain't even got a ounce of it
Style so rugged, you get killed so sudden
And you ain't even got a ounce of it
And you ain't even got a ounce of it
[Verse 2: Antwon]
You ain't even got a ounce
So you needa bounce
I done run so many bodies, you can't even count
Smoked back to back, now I'm ready for the rounds
Shouts to my n***as smokin' out the pound [?]
You some clowns, it's really goin' down
I be like [?] 'cause I'm really 'bout the town
[?] to the upper west, to the VA
West side, [?] used to be on GA
I would rock the rec center, Mikey had the PA
We was all MLK like we live in D-Day
And bitch, you don't even got a ounce
You a guppy, boy, so you finna drown
And bitch, you don't even got an ounce
You a guppy, boy, so you finna drown

[Chorus: Lil Ugly Mane]
And you ain't even got a ounce of it
Style so rugged, you get killed so sudden
And you ain't even got a ounce of it
And you ain't even got a ounce of it
And you ain't even got a ounce of it
Style so rugged, you get killed so sudden
And you ain't even got a ounce of it
And you ain't even got a ounce of it
And you ain't even got a ounce of it
Style so rugged, you get killed so sudden
[Verse 3: Wiki]
You ain't even got .2 of it
You ain't on it if you ain't threw on it
You don't understand the nuances
Man, you limpin' on it, I flew on it
Kill yourself, let your homies throw brew on it
You want it, don't let me be too honest
Your mama told you that you was gorgeous
Your mother lied, man, she must be fuckin' high
I'm with my fuckin' guys in some tux and ties
Look alive or you'll get stuck inside
Where's the fuckin' drive
I see it in your eyes, you a fuckin' fly
No wings attached, a bug, your singin's trash
No love for the shrubs, no strings attached
You a asshole, you a adolescent tryna be a capo
Nah, you a tadpole
You in a test tube, I'm in a lab coat
I'm a motherfuckin' wacko I'm Castro
They tried to stop me, but I'm back, hoe
You heard the track, yo, you ain't a half O, man
You heard the track, yo, you ain't a half O

[Chorus: Lil Ugly Mane]
And you ain't even got a ounce of it
Style so rugged, you get killed so sudden
And you ain't even got a ounce of it
And you ain't even got a ounce of it
And you ain't even got a ounce of it
Style so rugged, you get killed so sudden
And you ain't even got a ounce of it
And you ain't even got a ounce of it