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ULTRA SHXT
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Got your .9, got your .9
(ULTRAGROUND)
Showing no love
Watch the whole- watch the whole
Watch the whole industry imitate
ULTRAGROUND shit, what the fuck you got started?
Rolling up a leaf cigar
Sitting in the back of my car
High as I wanna be, high as I ever been
Dressed in all black, on the creep like the president
Showing no love, ready to kill
Make so much money from drugs that I deal
Pop at a nigga, then pop me a seal
All over my city they smoking them pills
Got your .9, got my .9
Niggas know this ULTRA shit
ULTRAGROUND shit, what the fuck you got started?
Got your- got your .9, got my .9
Niggas know this ULTRA shit
Ride with my .9 tucked
Stuck in the party
Here's the gist, I'm creeping to take all your bank
Out the vault, ho
Give it up or you will be First 48, the first episode
Niggas trying, niggas dying
Shooting ballistics all over the place
Like an astronaut
This plastic Glock will knock your head to space
My Glizzock, a A
Double that K, it's a murder case
So underground nigga, we ULTRAGROUND niggas
We watch the whole industry imitate
Same day pay
'Cause we gon' make what niggas won't forget
ULTRAGROUND, we started from ground up
Nigga it's over with
Gotta get money, I gotta get paper
I got me some guap and I got me some haters
I got me a Glock and it came with a laser
You fucking with ULTRA, you gon' meet your maker
That's what you get, being a ho
U.L.T. follow that up, we don't fold
That's what you get, being a ho
U.L.T. follow that up, we don't fold
Rolling up a leaf cigar
Sitting in the back of my car
High as I wanna be, high as I ever been
Dressed in all black, on the creep like the president
Nina, Nina
Trick have you seen her?
Bumping your gums, like you ain't never heard of me
Play with me bitch, and it's gon' be a murder scene
Got your .9, got my .9
Niggas know this ULTRA shit
ULTRAGROUND shit, what the fuck you got started?
Got your- got your .9, got my .9
Niggas know this ULTRA shit
Ride with my .9 tucked
Stuck in the party
My dawg done bought a pound
So we inhaling a bunch of smoke
The price of fame, I know it's cold
Me I threw up, Murder, She Wrote
Bitch I want everything, carry a heavy thing
Get you and hit you, it's messing up everything
Cannot be one of them niggas that's never on business
'Cause nigga, I gotta get everything
Niggas be trippin' with me like they know me or something
But nigga you no friend of mine
Niggas be wasting my time
Mane if I'm lying, I'm dying, pull out my .9
Respect the fact that I gotta get to it
These niggas can't do it, it bother them bad
Talking shit under yo' breath
But will it continue when I got my foot up yo' ass?
Jump out the whip and blast
Hop out the whip and blast
I told you 'bout talking that crazy shit
Now look at you pushing up daisies, bitch
Hop out the whip and blast
I got my foot up they ass
I told you 'bout talking that crazy shit
Now look at you pushing up daisies, bitch
Rolling up a leaf cigar
Sitting in the back of my car
High as I wanna be, high as I ever been
Dressed in all black, on the creep like the president
Nina, Nina
Trick have you seen her?
Bumping your gums, like you ain't never heard of me
Play with me, bitch, and it's gon' be a murder scene
Got your .9, got my .9
Niggas know this ULTRA shit
ULTRAGROUND shit, what the fuck you got started?
Got your- got your .9, got my .9
Niggas know this ULTRA shit
Ride with my .9 tucked
Stuck in the party
ULTRAGROUND shit, what the fuck you got started?
ULTRA- ULTRAGROUND shit, what the fuck you got started?
ULTRAGROUND shit, ULTRA- ULTRAGROUND shit
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck you got started?
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