ULTRA SHXT (with Key Nyata)

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?