[Denzel Curry]
Yeah, you already know what time it is
It's your boy, Zeltron A.K.A. Big Ultra in this bitch once again
You already know, we gotta hold it down for the ULTRAGROUND
It's ULTRAGROUND or drown (It's a motherfuckin' mad world)
[Denzel Curry]
It's the man, the myth they call "Big Ultra"
I do this shit for the culture
Do what you want, 'cause a nigga gon' do what he 'posed to
Been underground like a gopher, ayy
Cosa Nostra, how many y'all want to deal with the ULTRAGROUND mafia?
Niggas try to copy us, but always comes out sloppier
"Original," nigga, you pitiful, couldn't be like me if we were identical twins
Mary Kate and Ashley, you pussy motherfuckers couldn't be in my ends
Carol City to be exact, Blackland where my niggas at (Blackland)
Paranoia on my brain, I got from P, I keep a strap
[Denzel Curry]
All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick (Ride the dick)
All my fans gon' make me rich, as long as they gon' bump my shit (Bump my shit)
Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch
Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit
All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick
All my fans gon' make me rich, as long as they gon' bump my shit
Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch
Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit
[Key Nyata]
Nah, I ain't givin' no attitude, don't be actin' rude (What?)
Talkin' out loud and you neck to who?
I'm respectful too, be respectin' me
That's the formula, baby, the recipe
And it's the honor roll, so don't be testin' me
I got all A's, on and off the G's
Ammunition, the Glock, and a lot of P's
Niggas started out from sellin' L.B.'s
Then I graduated to some other thangs
Then the money came, then your honey came
But that's another thang
Gotta move a lil' different with hella fame
Got to dodge all them suckers and niggas hate
If the glove fittin', know I'm Gary Payton
We gon' see it's over, seen 'em down, insane
Pray about it, smoke some head 'bout it
Then I'ma go on with my day about it
ULTRAGROUND, I never play about it
But it's, "Don't fold," 'til my body cold
Never need the luck to find a pot of gold (Woah)
Just a heavy hustle and a list of goals (Woah, woah)
You niggas still runnin' 'round, chasin' hoes, that's just how it goes
Personally, I could never though, I'ma always be focused on paper, ho'
[Denzel Curry]
All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick
All my fans gon' make me rich, as long as they gon' bump my shit (Bump my shit)
Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch
Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit
All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick
All my fans gon' make me rich, as long as they gon' bump my shit
Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch
Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit
[Sauce Walka]
She got a , uh, she got a job that you bought her
I'm hangin' her off of a string, piñata
How much have I made off of my ding a lada? A lotta
From strippers to lawyers to queens and models
This pimpin' full throttle, I'm Tokyo driftin' the bitch 'til it wobble
Left finger is twitchin', I'm itchin' to squabble
You niggas gon' dance, it's so cold with a bottle
You know I'ma stunt, and these hoes is around me
Fuck Olive Garden, these roses around me
Self-drive Cullinan, while I'm over the county
Hop over the fence, I'm not over the bounty
Leavin' 'em dirty and holdin' it downy
Further we drippin', it's only astounding
She not a dancer, but poles is around me, hater is frownin'
LV button up, catch me with Donald Trump and a double cup
Left, right, down, square, that's an uppercut
No Yeat, got the bitch a Tonka truck
Skeet, skeet, got the whole back covered up
Drop a top right price on some earrings
Left hand b-ball, right by the bean
Ain't no alphabet, but the letter P, ooh-wee
[Denzel Curry]
All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick
All my fans gon' make me rich, as long as they gon' bump my shit
Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch
Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit
All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick
All my fans gon' make me rich, as long as they gon' bump my shit
Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch
Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit
[Denzel Curry]
Yee-haw
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Don't panic, this shit organic
There's my money left hangin'
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