Letra de P.O.P. - Denzel Curry

(Feat. Key Nyata, Sauce Walka)

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)

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 where my niggas at (Blackland)

Paranoia on my brain, I got from P, I keep a strap

All my haters take 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' 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

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

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

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

Yeehaw

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Baby, don't panic, this shit organic

Pass my money left-handed

Spinnin', oohwee

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