Lyrics Ultra Attack - 98s, Mazza, Stally

Ultra Attack

You know this one slaps
Exooo
Still do these things i shouldn’t
Half a box and we do shit lightly
I was out in the field again fuck sake gotta lie to my lighty
9 in a pot straight drop do it precisly
This just waps step out pattern
They can’t indict me
Shotty close up it ill ruin mans face
Hop out the cage
I got the shave
In the dance we smoke from young
98 gang my niggas dont play
Opps been shot and shaved
All night can’t solve the case
More time and gone in o im kway
Runners on wheels theres no delay
If i up it im slap that cord
I won’t think twice when its up and risen
Rinse up my gun for talking
98 started i never still winning
Gang do road jump in the dings
Objective straight catching the killin
Grubbing a lump man flip it
Get of my arse if the phone line kickin
Strap gets handled the sick be auto
Involved in crime i was dressed in my school cloths
Blade in my pocket or hand rocket
Rude boy dont slip ill fill up your torso
Guns not safety its cocked
Dont get cooked the shell been hot
Elimnate anything that fucks with the opps
Balze in tops turn man off
Ultra attack when the boy dont listen
Bro ching after i fist it
I’ll show you about double kitchen
All over the town they see my face
They know what it is giving out tickets
He get turnt to a statistic
See u in the water swimming with the opps
He gets drowne where gets fishing
Doing it dings or legit
My chosen transport is stolen
Bae dont want me on the internet trolling
She says i should think of ghosting
Still take that trip me and hitman rolling
My nigga
Done a ten toes and we never had pedals
Your done if your face chosen
Your bells are thick and golden
Slap plates on a dinga
Get on a ride
Were taking it there
3 at the lights were looking tear
Race first sight when shooting the air
No stab wounds if they let us get near
98 gang get it done no care
Do it in cars or doing in peds
Put him on blast but not on the web
Looking for opps but can’t get caught
Last resort where do it to Feds
Looking to rob
Dont get forced we put on the deck
On the block
Looking for jobs won’t be at the desk
Flying to cunch were leaving the nest
Punking a bunch punch him and the rest
Passenger side
Ding dong riders
Big 14 in my jeans
I wish a man would
Smoking an opp boy and this juice
It’s for free
Just started ???
Thank god that he gave me a free
I went jail woke up to my bust down
Came fresh home and he still on threes
If I tell you what I do with these fours
I be whipping with the threes
In a cell trying to range a Patek
Tell my cell mate just listen for keys
Last time that four door span on their block
The boy got wet from his chest to his knees
My man got caught at his door
Marge shot 3 in he’s keys