Letra de ' P.O.P. (feat. Key Nyata & Sauce Walka) ' de Denzel Curry

Yeah, you already know what time it is
It's your boy, Zeltron AKA Big Ultra in this bitch once again
You already know, we gotta hold it down for the ULTRAGOUND
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, 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
That Big K and Ash is late, you pussy motherfuckers couldn't be in my ears
Carol City to be exact, BLVCKLVND where my niggas at (BLVCKLVND)
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'll make the hood
I'm respectful too, be respectin' me
That's the formula, baby, the recipe
And it's the honor rolls, 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' LB's
Then I graduated to some other thangs
Then the money came, then your honey came
And that's another thang
I done moved a lil' different when hella fame
Got to 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
But it's Don't fold till my body cold
Never need the 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 'bout her
I'm hangin' her off of a string, piñata
I must have made up my ding a lada
From strippers to lawyers to queens and models
This paper full throttle, I'm Tokyo driftin' the bitch till 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, all these hoes is around me
Fuck Olive Garden, these roses around me
Self-drive Cullinan, while I'm over the county
South of the fence, I'm not over the bounty
Leavin' 'em dirty and holdin' it downy
Favor we drippin', it's only a stowny
She not a dancer, but poles is around me, hater is frownin'
LB 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 bean
Ain't no alphabet, better let her pee, 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?
Don't panic, this shit organic
Spin weed