The Mischievous Cypher

[Part 1: ULTRA SHXT] [Intro: Denzel Curry] Got your .9, got my .9 (ULTRAGROUND) Showin' no love, watch the whole— 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 nigga, then pop me a seal All over my city they smoking them pills [Chorus: Denzel Curry & Key Nyata, Denzel Curry] 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 [Verse 1: Denzel Curry] Here's the gist, I'm creepin' to take all your bank Out the vault, ho Give it up or you will be First 48 The first episode Niggas tryin', niggas dyin' Shootin' ballistics all over the place Like an astronaut This plastic Glock will knock your head to space A 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 (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 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? Bumpin' your gums like you ain't heard of me Play with me, bitch, and it's gon' be a murder scene [Chorus: Denzel Curry & Key Nyata, Denzel Curry] 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 [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 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 Mane, 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 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 poppin' 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, 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? Bumpin' your gums like you ain't heard of me Play with me, bitch, and it's gon' be a murder scene [Chorus: Denzel Curry & Key Nyata, Denzel Curry] 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 [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? [Part 2: MOOD SWINGS] [Intro: Denzel Curry] Officer Officer Officer Raise the fuck up, officer You gon' try to search my trunk because I'm Mr. Popular Officer, officer, raise the fuck up, officer You gon' try to search my trunk because I'm Mr. Popular [Chorus: PlayThatBoiZay] I got mood swings trapped up in my brain Runnin' in the rain, pull up like Bruce Wayne Bitch, I do things that I can't explain Bitch, don't say my name, unless you moan my name I see blood stains all up on my sleeves They might not be me, that shit not it, chief I'ma smoke 'way all my fucking pain This shit not a game, king, I'ma reign [Verse 1: PlayThatBoiZay] (Lum-lum-lu-lum) That's the choppa with the drum, hey We shoot for fun like it's January 1, hey We do them drugs, I got smoke up in my lungs, hey They poppin' pills, now they tweakin' like they dumb, hey I had to separate myself so I could get the bag I had to do it by my lonely, now I got hoes mad When I was hungry, they ate without me, nigga, remember that We was thuggin' out here reckless, in and out like bags [Chorus: PlayThatBoiZay] I got mood swings trapped up in my brain Runnin' in the rain, pull up like Bruce Wayne Bitch, I do things that I can't explain Bitch, don't say my name, unless you moan my name I see blood stains all up on my sleeves They might not be me, that shit not it, chief I'ma smoke 'way all my fucking pain This shit not a game, king, I'ma reign (Lum, lum, lum) [Outro: Denzel Curry & PlayThatBoiZay] Officer, officer, raise the fuck up, officer You gon' try to search my trunk because I'm Mr. Popular Officer, officer, raise the fuck up, officer You gon' try to search my trunk because I'm Mr. Popular Officer, officer, raise the fuck up, officer You gon' try to search my trunk because I'm Mr. Popular Officer, officer, raise the fuck up, officer You gon' try to search my trunk because I'm Mr. Popular [Part 3: HOT ONE] [Intro: Denzel Curry] I can make money fro— I can make money fro— I can make money from the comfort of my sofa (Yeah, ho) So much drive (Yeah), so-so much drive (Yeah) So much drive, now I gotta get a chauffeur Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one too, feel my wrath Sixty-six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo' ass Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one too, feel my wrath Sixty-six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo' ass [Verse 1: Denzel Curry] I can make money from the comfort of my sofa So much drive, now I gotta get a chauffeur One day, I'll be big, but I know I'm gettin' closer Call me Denzel, AKA Big Ultra The world in my hands 'cause I took it off ya shoulders Marni on my fit, you know I got this shit from Lower I'm balling like Mike when you see him on the poster Like Yachty, gotta keep one in my holster, strike [Chorus: Denzel Curry] Fuck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho Ain't shit changed but the number on my front door Fuck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for? [Verse 2: TiaCorine] Ain't no beatin' me, I'm blessed in life Money, dick, and dollar signs Know you ain't gon' say it Blow your top, let's see what's on your mind Ex nigga, let him go 'cause how you broke like every time? Fifty on my chest, I got like forty on my panty-line If he said I did him dirty, sorry, but I needed mine Ain't doin' crimes, he gon' do it for me 'cause I'm super fine Aunt Jemine, cookin' bitches up, I'm eatin' every time Get on your grind, you bitches couldn't see me if you all combined [Chorus: Denzel Curry] Fuck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho Ain't shit changed but the number on my front door Fuck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for? [Verse 3: A$AP Ferg, A$AP Ferg & Denzel Curry] Fuck a new chain, I got a new house Oh, that's your boo thang? She need a new mouth I flex the gold fangs, that's just my root canal Every time I get dressed, I gotta move my bowels (Shit on niggas) No kizzy, ain't feelin' them niggas My bulletproof vest is made out of chinchilla Walk through the trenches, no need for the hitters I flip a lil' milli', I copped me a villa Diamonds is silly, more ice than Vanilla Got on Ricky with Bottega Veneta Walk in my section, you need an umbrella Got this shit lit and we never gon' let up [Chorus: Denzel Curry] Fuck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho Ain't shit changed but the number on my front door Fuck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for?