P.O.P.

Lyrics

[Intro: Denzel Curry] Yeah, you already know what time it is It's your boy Zeltron a.k.a. Big Ultra in this bitch once again And you already know, we gotta hold it down for the ULTRAGROUND It's ULTRAGROUND or drown (It's a motherfuckin' mad world, nigga) [Verse 1: Denzel Curry] 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 y'all want to deal with the ULTRAGROUND mafia? Niggas tried to copy us, but always comes out sloppier "Original," nigga, you pitiful, couldn't be like me if we were identical twins (Identical twins) Mary Kate and Ashley, you pussy motherfuckers couldn't be in my ends Carol City to be exact (CC) Blackland wherе my niggas at (Blackland) Paranoia on my brain, I got from P, I keep a strap [Chorus: Denzel Curry] All my haters take offensе, 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 [Verse 2: Key Nyata] Nah, I ain't givin' no attitude, don't be actin' rude (What?) Talkin' out loud and you neck to who? I'm respectful too, be respectin' me That's the formula, baby, the recipe And it's the honor roll, 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 Nigga started out from sellin' LBs 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 Gary Payton We gon' steal his soul and send him down to Satan Pray about it, smoke some head 'bout it Then I'ma go on with my day about it ULTRAGROUND, I never play about it But it's don't fold 'til my body cold Never needed luck to find a pot of gold (Woah) Just a heavy hustle and a list of goals (Woah, woah) You niggas still runnin' 'round, chasin' hoes, that's just how it goes Personally, I could never, though, I'ma always be focused on paper, ho [Chorus: Denzel Curry] 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 (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 [Verse 3: Sauce Walka] She got a— uh, she got a job that you bought her I'm hangin' her off of a string, piñata How much have I made off of my ding? A lotta From strippers to lawyers to queens and models This pimpin' full throttle, I'm Tokyo driftin' the bitch 'til it wobble Left finger is twitchin', I'm itchin' to squabble You niggas gold dust, it's so cold with a bottle You know I'm a stunner, these hoes is around me Fuck Olive Garden, these roses around me Self-drive Cullinan, ride all over the county Sauce Walka felt all 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 button-up, catch me with Donald Trump and a double cup Left, right, down, square, that's an uppercut No Yeat, got the bitch on Tonka truck Skeet, skeet, got the whole bed covered up Drop a top-rank price on some earrings Left hand B-ball, right bada bing Ain't no alphabet better than the P, oohwee [Chorus: Denzel Curry] 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 (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 (Get money), paper over pussy, bitch (Get money) Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit [Outro: Sauce Walka] Yeehaw Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Baby, don't panic, this shit organic Pass my money left-handed Spinnin', oohwee