Denzel Curry ft. Juicy J – Ultimate (Lyrics | Video 2019)

Lyrics “Ultimate ” by Denzel Curry feat. Juicy J

I am the one, don’t weigh a ton
Don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies, my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don’t have a face, so now you late, open the gates

Great, eliminate like ElimiDate
Hey, young boy had to penetrate
Face, young boy done caught a case
Bang, now his mama livin’ with the pain
Wait, doctor says he’s gonna stay
Let him get the Senzu Bean so he regenerate
Now a n**ga harder than the head of the state
Denzel Curry is the new candidate
Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite
Stop this s**t, chop your esophagus
B**ches be boppin’ it, bow down and pop it in
Droppin’ it in her esophagus
She get so nasty, in public she classy
Perhaps she is able to swallow it

Girl, I can make you a star
Then I put her ass on Apollo, b**ch
B**ch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness
Narcissist, part time an arsonist
Rippin’ through cartilage, I am the hardest, b**ch
Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus
Dearly departed, it’s done when it started
So now that I’m livin’ so harmonious (harmonious)
Feelin’ like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate
I am the best, there’s no politics
B**ch, I’m ultimate, ultimate
B**ch, I’m..

I am the one, don’t weigh a ton
Don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies, my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don’t have a face, so now you late, open the gates

Ultimate, infinite, flow is opium
Open the internet, photosynthesis
Put up parentheses, temporary
Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry
Just might bust a b**ch, never knew my life
But yet the question is, Is he fake Is he real
What the message is, chop a b**ch n**ga up
I’ma sever it when I sever s**t
I kill ’em, no Kony, these n**gas ain’t homies
Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly
Droppin’ melodic, enter the cosmic
Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic
Flow like a foreigner, I’m the torturer
Out of South Florida, call the coroner
Killed in the corridor, I’m the overlord
Rhymes like a sorcerer, I’m an animorph
B**ch, I’m a beast
N**ga, you tell me who f**kin’ with me
K to the I to the N to the G
Claim you the hottest, but I disagree
Better learn something and get a degree
This for Lord Infamous, so R.I.P
Arrivederci, b**ches lookin’ thirsty
Ridin’ through the dirty, like it’s mandatory
Ending of the story

I am the one, don’t weigh a ton
Don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies, my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don’t have a face, so now you late, open the gates

Yeah, aye, I am the Juice from the mafia 6
I will pimp slap a b**ch ’cause I don’t give a damn
I am the n**ga that drank the hard liquor
I smoke like a hippy and I pop them xans
I am the n**ga that showed you the game
How to stick to the money and get you some dough
Ain’t no excuses you grinding you get it
You whippin’ and flipping and stunt on these h*es
I need a moment of silence today
I killed the club, I pulled up in a Wraith
So hypnotizing, these h*es mesmerised by my diamonds
I shine and they try to throw shade
I want the throat but I’m too proud to pay
B**ch skip the talking I throw a lil’ bread
She get to sucking and I just discover
The whole other meaning to price on your head
Yo, tell em bring me chain for a thousand
Matter fact, make it fifty thousand
I got so much sauce dripping on me
I think I’ma ’bout to change my name to a thousand island
B**ch I’m about to turn up a level
F**kin’ RnB chicks out of Coachella
Give her that d**k she think I’m in love with her
Now she texting me a motherf**king four page letter

I am the one, don’t weigh a ton
Don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies, my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don’t have a face, so now you late, open the gates…

➤ Written by Denzel Curry & Ronny J
Album: 32 Zel/Planet Shrooms
Produced by Ronny J
Denzel Curry & Juicy J 2019

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