Ultra Lyrics

Duecenina Go Ultra

Bet Irv turn me up lemme do what I'm pose ta

Huh bro take the blunt sit my cup ona coaster

Been peepin these runts smokin drankin mimosas

This fa all the naggers & braggers & boasters

All you niggas maggots in fact y'all be roaches

Go grab you a jacket fasho I'm the coldest

They sweet ima P rub it in like some lotion

Goat like I'm Billy get deep in her ocean

These niggas ain't fwm I done showed it

You bet not say different you do you the boldest

Lil bro keep ya distance I'm sicker than COVID

Why I step different a young nigga chosen

Fear notta factor I'm feelin like Rogan

Rip off the top call me Duecenina Hogan

Think im De La Hoya boy these punches golden

I was down bad felt like I couldn't get up

Got my pack right like some sit ups

Listen I'm from a place where they do not pour liquor

A 4 of some wok prolly bigger

Ima G County Texas finesse type of nigga

Stop resting we comin up quicka

Better come get yo hoe cuz lil bro ima hitta

I'll bust that hoe down like a swisher

And I gotta keep goin but they want me to stop it

I'm in the picture now they wanna crop it

Mexican bitch on my dick like hydrolysis

Had these bitches choosing since pop lock & drop it

Ain't make the team but the hoe made my block list

Sender away like that bitch Mary Poppins

Havin this shit like a zit ima pop it

My line full of punches they slippin like boxin

Wanted the truth so I looked in the mirror

These niggas be switching like gears

Not damn thang man or woman all the shit that I fear

Had to gone head get the shit clear

Lost a few bruddas a while ago been bout some years

But a nigga might still shed a tear

Niggas ain't active they really ain't gettin foreal

All you niggas just hustle by ear

I can't get caught in the lights like a mf deer

Bitch I'm driven just learned how to steer

Milf bitch she Brown and she Foxy like Pamela Grier

I can't front it I hit from the rear

She givin me too much back like a stupid cashier

I'm just watching like it's a premiere

I gotta plug on the fits and the latest of gear

Too exclusive I'm rockin Sevr

Hollup

Just gotta text say I miss you

Ughhh bitches gone do what a bitch do

Stop sugarcoating hoe you want the gristle

Bitch rockin coach she gone blow like a whistle

Yea

Magazine shit what's the issue

When we in person only time ima diss you

I just be chillin a Eskimo igloo

This shit I'm smokin be kickin Jujitsu

Aye

Treatem like Stevie keep all these hoes wondering

Got these bitches wet it's thundering

They use to front on him

Feel like lil baby not one of them

Aye word to my pops you not soning him

Bitch I was born to win

Blind to the fact they can't see

Like it's Christmas we smokin on reefs

I be high as a bitch wtf is a tree

Make her weak in the knees like SWV