Got your .9, got your .9
(ULTRAGROUND) showin' 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've 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're 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
Ridin' 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, sooting 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
No underground niggas, 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 fuckin' with ULTRA, you gon' meet yo' 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
Rollin' up a leaf cigar, sittin' in the back of my car
High as I wanna be, high as I've ever been
Dressed in all black, on the creep like the president
Nina, nina, Trick, have you seen her?
Bumpin' your gums like you ain't 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
Ridin' with my .9 tucked stuck in the party
My dawg 'em bought a pound, so we're inhalin' 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 thang
Hit you and hit you, it's messin' 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 somethin'
But nigga, you no friend of mine
Niggas be wastin' my time
Mayne, if I'm lyin', I'm dyin', pull out my .9
Respect the fact that I gotta get to it
These niggas can't do it, it bothers them bad
Talkin' shit under your breath
But will it continue when I got my foot up your ass?
Jump 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
Rollin' up a leaf cigar, sittin' in the back of my car
High as I wanna be, high as I've ever been
Dressed in all black, on the creep like the president
Nina, nina, Trick, have you seen her?
Bumpin' your gums like you ain't 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
Ridin' 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-fuck you got started?
