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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? 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 I love all 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 Ridin' with my 9 tucked, stuck in the party Here's the gist, I'm creepin' to take all your bank out the vault, ho Givе it up or you will be First 48, the first episodе Niggas tryin', niggas dyin', shootin' ballistics all over the place Like an astronaut, this plastic Glock will knock your head to space Letras de cancionesA 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 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? Poppin' yo' guns 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'nem bought a pound, so we inhalin' a bunch of smoke The price of fame, I know it's coke Me, I threw up, murder she wrote Bitch, I'm with 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' they 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? Talk 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 ever been Dressed in all black on the creep like the president Nina, nina, trick, have you seen her? Poppin' yo' guns 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? From Letras Mania