P.O.P. (with 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

You already know, we gotta hold it down for the ULTRAGROUND

It's ULTRAGROUND or drown (it's a motherfuckin' mad world)

It's the man, the myth they call "Big Ultra"

I do this shit for the culture

Do what you want, because a nigga gonna do what he 'posed to

Been underground like a gopher, ay

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 motherfuckers couldn't be in my ears

Carol City to be exact, 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 (ride), all they hoes gon' ride the dick (ride)

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? (Nah)

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 G's

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

Got to dodge all them suckers and niggas hate

If the glove fittin', know I'm Gary Payton

And we gon' steal his songs 'til I've don' the same

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 need the luck to find a pot of gold (whoa)

Just a heavy hustle and a list of goals (whoa, whoa)

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

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

Pap, jay pap, jay pap

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 gon' dance, it's so cold with a bottle

You know I'ma stunt, and these hoes is around me

Fuck Olive Garden, these roses around me

Self-drive Cullinan, while I'm over the county

So hop over the fence, I'm not over the bounty

Leavin' 'em dirty and holdin' it downy

Further we drippin', it's only astounding

She not a dancer, but pole is around me, haters 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 a Tonka truck

Skeet, skeet, got the whole back covered up

Drop a top, right price on some earrings

Left hand b-ball, right batter beam

Ain't no alphabet, but the letter 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

Yeehaw

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Y'all better not panic, this shit organic

There's my money left hangin'