Lyrics from The Mischievous Cypher & Snippet
[Intro: Denzel Curry]
Got your .9, got my .9
Showin' no love, watch the whole industry imitate
ULTRAGROUND shit, what the fuck you got started?
[Pre-Chorus: Denzel Curry & Key Nyata]
Rollin' up a leaf cigar
Sittin' 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
Showin' no love, ready to kill
Make so much money from drugs that I deal
Pop at a n***a, then pop me a seal
I love all my city, they smoking them pills
[Chorus: Key Nyata & Denzel Curry]
Got your .9, got my .9
N***as know this ULTRA shit
ULTRAGROUND shit, what the fuck you got started?
Got your— Got your .9, got my .9
N***as know this ULTRA shit
Ridin' with my .9 tucked, stuck in the party
[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Here's the gist, I'm creepin' to take all your bank out the vault, ho
Givе it up or you will be First 48, the first episodе
N***as tryin', n***as dyin', shootin' ballistics all over the place
Like an astronaut, this plastic Glock will knock your head to space
A Glizzock, an A, double that K, it's a murder case
No underground n***as, we ULTRAGROUND n***as
We watch the whole industry imitate
Same day pay 'cause we gon' make what n***as won't forget
ULTRAGROUND, we started from ground up, n***a, 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 fuckin' with ULTRA, you gon' meet yo' maker
That's what you get bein' a ho
ULT follow that up, we don't fold
That's what you get bein' a ho
ULT follow that up, we don't fold
[Pre-Chorus: Denzel Curry & Key Nyata]
Rollin' up a leaf cigar
Sittin' 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?
Poppin' yo' guns like you ain't heard of me
Play with me, bitch, and it's gon' be a murder scene
[Chorus: Key Nyata & Denzel Curry]
Got your .9, got my .9
N***as know this ULTRA shit
ULTRAGROUND shit, what the fuck you got started?
Got your— Got your .9, got my .9
N***as know this ULTRA shit
Ridin' with my .9 tucked, stuck in the party
[Verse 2: Key Nyata]
My dawg'nem bought a pound, so we inhalin' a bunch of smoke
The price of fame, I know it's coke
Me, I threw up, murder she wrote
Bitch, I'm with everything, carry a heavy thang
Hit you and split you, it's messin' up everything
Cannot be one of them n***as that's never on business
'Cause, n***a, I gotta get everything
N***as be trippin' with me like they know me or somethin'
But, n***a, you know from the [?]
N***as be wastin' they time
Mane, if I'm lyin', I'm dyin', pull out my .9
Respect the fact that I gotta get to it
These n***as can't do it, it bother them bad
Talkin' shit under yo' breath, but will it continue when I got my foot up your ass?
Hop out the whip, then blast
Hop out the whip, then blast
I told you 'bout talkin' that crazy shit
Now look at you pushing up daisies, bitch
Hop out the whip, then blast
I got my foot up they ass
I told you 'bout talkin' that crazy shit
Now look at you pushing up daisies, bitch
[Pre-Chorus: Denzel Curry & Key Nyata]
Rollin' up a leaf cigar
Sittin' 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?
Poppin' yo' guns like you ain't heard of me
Play with me, bitch, and it's gon' be a murder scene
[Chorus: Key Nyata & Denzel Curry]
Got your .9, got my .9
N***as know this ULTRA shit
ULTRAGROUND shit, what the fuck you got started?
Got your— Got your .9, got my .9
N***as know this ULTRA shit
Ridin' with my .9 tucked, stuck in the party
[Outro: Denzel Curry]
ULTRAGROUND shit, what the fuck you got started?
ULTRAGROUND shit, what the fuck you got started?
ULTRAGROUND shit, what the fuck you got started?
ULTRAGROUND shit, what the fuck you got started?
