[ Featuring Sauce Walka, Key Nyata ]
Yeah, you already know what time it is
It's your boy Zeltron AKA Big Ultra
Coming at you once again and you already know
We gotta hold it down for the ULTRAGROUND
It's ULTRAGROUND or drown
It's a motherf*ckin' mad world, nigga (ay)
It's the man, the myth they call Big Ultra
I do this shit for the culture
Do what you want 'cause a nigga gon' do what he 'posed to
Been underground like a gopher, ayy
Cosa Nostra, how many of y'all want to deal with the ULTRAGROUND Mafia?
Niggas try to copy us, but always comes out sloppier
Original nigga, you pitiful, couldn't be like me if we were identical twins
Mary Kate and Ashley, you pussy motherf*ckers couldn't be in my ends (no)
Carol City to be exact (CC), BLVCKLVND where my niggas at (BLVCKLVND)
Paranoia on my brain, I got from P, I keep a strap
All my haters take offense (offense)
All they hoes gon' ride the dick (ride the dick)
All my fans gon' make me rich
As long as they gon' bump my shit (bump my shit)
Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch
Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit
All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick
All my fans gon' make me rich, as long as they gon' bump my shit
Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch
Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit
Nah, I ain't givin' no attitude, don't be actin' rude (what?)
Talkin' all out of your neck to who? (nah)
I'm respectful too, be respectin' me
That's the formula, baby, the recipe
It's the honor rolls, so don't be testin' me
I got all A's, on and off the streets
Ammunition, the Glock, and a lot of P's
Niggas started out from sellin' L.B.'s
Then I graduated to some other thangs
Then the money came, then your honey came
But that's another thang
Gotta move a lil' different with hella fame
Gotta dodge all them suckers and niggas hate
If the glove fittin' know I'm Garry Payne
We gon' see it's over, seen 'em down, insane
Red body, smoke some head body
Then I'ma go on with my day about it
ULTRAGROUND, I never play about it (nah)
But it's "don't fold" 'til my body cold
Never needed luck to find a pot of gold
Just a heavy hustle and a list of goals
You niggas still runnin' 'round, chasin' hoes, that's just how it goes
Personally, I could never though (nah)
I'ma always be focused on paper, ho
All my haters take offense (offense)
All they hoes gon' ride the dick (ride the dick)
All my fans gon' make me rich, as long as they gon' bump my shit (bump my shit)
Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch
Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit
All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick
All my fans gon' make me rich, as long as they gon' bump my shit
Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch
Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit
She got a, uh, she got a job that you bought her
I'm hangin' her off of a string, piñata
I must have made up my ding, a lotta
From strippers to lawyers to queens and models
This paper full throttle, I'm Tokyo driftin' the bitch 'til it wobble
The finger is twitchin', I'm itchin' to squabble
You niggas gon' dance, it's so cold with a bottle
You know I'ma stunt when these hoes is around me
F*ck Olive Garden, these roses around me
Self-drive Cullinan, ride all over the county
South of the fence, I'm not over the bounty
Leavin' 'em dirty and holdin' it downy
Flavor we drippin', it's only astounding
She not a dancer, but poles is around me, hater is frownin'
LV buttoned up, catch me with Donald Trump and a double cup
Left, right, down, square, that's an uppercut
Know you got the bitch on top of the truck
Skeet, skeet, got the whole bag covered up
Drop a top right price on some earrings
Left hand be 'bout, right by the beam
Ain't no alphabet, better than a P, ooh-wee
All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick
All my fans gon' make me rich, as long as they gon' bump my shit
Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch
Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit
All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick
All my fans gon' make me rich, as long as they gon' bump my shit
Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch
Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit
Yee-haw
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Baby, don't panic, this shit organic
Pass my money left hand, spin wheel
