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the mischievous cypher - on the radar lyrics

part 1: ultra sxt

[intro: denzel curry]
got your .9, got my .9
(ultraground)
showin’ no love, watch the whole— imitate
ultraground sh*t, what the f*ck you got started?

[pre*chorus: denzel curry & key nyata]
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 k!ll
make so much money from drugs that i deal
pop at a n*gga, then pop me a seal
all over my city they smoking them pills

[chorus: denzel curry & key nyata, denzel curry]
got your .9, got my .9
n*ggas know this ultra sh*t
ultraground sh*t
what the f*ck you got started?
got your*got your .9, got my .9
n*ggas know this ultra sh*t
ridin’ with my .9 tucked
stuck in the party
[verse 1: denzel curry]
here’s the gist, i’m creepin’ to take all your bank
out the vault, ho
give it up or you will be first 48
the first episode
n*ggas tryin’, n*ggas dyin’
shootin’ ballistics all over the place
like an astronaut
this plastic glock will knock your head to sp*ce
a glizzock, a a
double that k, it’s a murder case
no underground n*ggas, we ultraground n*ggas
we watch the whole industry imitate
same day pay
’cause we gon’ make what n*ggas won’t forget (forget)
ultraground, we started from ground up
n*gga, 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 f*ckin’ 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
[pre*chorus: denzel curry & key nyata]
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?
bumpin’ your gums like you ain’t heard of me
play with me, b*tch, and it’s gon’ be a murder scene

[verse 2: key nyata]
my dawg ‘nem bought a pound
so we inhalin’ a bunch of smoke
the price of fame, i know it’s cold
me, i threw up, murder she wrote
b*tch, i want everything, carry a heavy thang
hit you and hit you, it’s messin’ up everything
cannot be one of them n*ggas that’s never on business
’cause, n*gga, i gotta get everything
n*ggas be trippin’ with me like they know me or somethin’
but n*gga, you no friend of mine
n*ggas be wastin’ my time
mane, if i’m lyin’, i’m dyin’, pull out my .9
respect the fact that i gotta get to it
these n*ggas can’t do it, it bother them bad
talkin’ sh*t under yo’ breath
but will it continue when i got my foot up your ass?
hop out the whip, then blast
hop out the whip, then blast
i told you ’bout poppin’ that crazy sh*t
now look at you pushing up daisies, b*tch
hop out the whip, then blast
i got my foot up they ass
i told you ’bout talkin’ that crazy sh*t
now look at you pushing up daisies, b*tch
[pre*chorus: denzel curry & key nyata, key nyata]
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?
bumpin’ your gums like you ain’t heard of me
play with me, b*tch, and it’s gon’ be a murder scene

[outro: denzel curry]
ultraground sh*t, what the f*ck you got started?
ultraground sh*t, what the f*ck you got started?
ultraground sh*t, what the f*ck you got started?
ultraground sh*t, what the f*ck you got started?

part 2: mood swings

[intro: denzel curry]
officer
officer
officer
raise the f*ck up, officer
you gon’ try to search my trunk because i’m mr. popular
officer, officer, raise the f*ck up, officer
you gon’ try to search my trunk because i’m mr. popular

[chorus: playthatboizay]
i got mood swings trapped up in my brain
runnin’ in the rain, pull up like bruce wayne
b*tch, i do things that i can’t explain
b*tch, don’t say my name, unless you moan my name
i see blood stains all up on my sleeves
they might not be me, that sh*t not it, chief
i’ma smoke ‘way all my f*cking pain
this sh*t not a game, king, i’ma reign

[verse 1: playthatboizay]
(lum*lum*lu*lum)
that’s the choppa with the drum, hey
we shoot for fun like it’s january 1, hey
we do them drugs, i got smoke up in my lungs, hey
they poppin’ pills, now they tweakin’ like they dumb, hey
i had to separate myself so i could get the bag
i had to do it by my lonely, now i got hoes mad
when i was hungry, they ate without me, n*gga, remember that
we was thuggin’ out here reckless, in and out like bags

[outro: denzel curry & playthatboizay]
officer, officer, raise the f*ck up, officer
you gon’ try to search my trunk because i’m mr. popular
officer, officer, raise the f*ck up, officer
you gon’ try to search my trunk because i’m mr. popular
officer, officer, raise the f*ck up, officer
you gon’ try to search my trunk because i’m mr. popular
officer, officer, raise the f*ck up, officer
you gon’ try to search my trunk because i’m mr. popular

part 3: hot one

[intro: denzel curry]
i can make money fro—
i can make money fro—
i can make money from the comfort of my sofa (yeah, ho)
so much drive (yeah), so*so much drive (yeah)
so much drive, now i gotta get a chauffeur
f*ck you, you gon’ catch a hot one too, feel my wrath
sixty*six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo’ ass
f*ck you, you gon’ catch a hot one too, feel my wrath
sixty*six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo’ ass

[verse 1: denzel curry]
i can make money from the comfort of my sofa
so much drive, now i gotta get a chauffeur
one day, i’ll be big, but i know i’m gettin’ closer
call me denzel, aka big ultra
the world in my hands ’cause i took it off ya shoulders
marni on my fit, you know i got this sh*t from lower
i’m balling like mike when you see him on the poster
like yachty, gotta keep one in my holster, strike

[chorus: denzel curry]
f*ck around and catch a hot one to yo’ temple, ho
ain’t sh*t changed but the number on my front door
f*ck around and catch a hot one to yo’ temple, ho
got a new chain, what you think i brought the strap for?

[verse 2: tiacorine]
ain’t no beatin’ me, i’m blessed in life
money, d*ck, and dollar signs
know you ain’t gon’ say it
blow your top, let’s see what’s on your mind
ex n*gga, let him go ’cause how you broke like every time?
fifty on my chest, i got like forty on my panty*line
if he said i did him dirty, sorry, but i needed mine
ain’t doin’ crimes, he gon’ do it for me ’cause i’m super fine
aunt jemine, cookin’ b*tches up, i’m eatin’ every time
get on your grind, you b*tches couldn’t see me if you all combined

[verse 3: a$ap ferg, a$ap ferg & denzel curry]
f*ck a new chain, i got a new house
oh, that’s your boo thang? she need a new mouth
i flex the gold fangs, that’s just my root c*n*l
every time i get dressed, i gotta move my bowels (sh*t on n*ggas)
no kizzy, ain’t feelin’ them n*ggas
my bulletproof vest is made out of chinchilla
walk through the trenches, no need for the hitters
i flip a lil’ milli’, i copped me a villa
diamonds is silly, more ice than vanilla
got on ricky with bottega veneta
walk in my section, you need an umbrella
got this sh*t lit and we never gon’ let up

- on the radar lyrics

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