Ultimate (Remix|Explicit) - Denzel Curry/Juicy J

Lyrics by：Denzel Curry/Ronald Spence Jr./Jordan Houston

Composed by：Denzel Curry/Ronald Spence Jr./Jordan Houston

Produced by：Ronny J

Ronny J listen up

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 elimisate

Hey young boy had to penetrate

Face young boy done caught a case

Bang now his mama living with the pain

Wait doctor says he's gonna stay

Let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate

Now a n***a 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***hes be bopping it bow down and popping it

Dropping 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 a*s on Apollo b***h

B***h I am ultimate behold my awesomeness

Narcissist part time an arsonist

Ripping through cartilage I am the hardest b***h

Wrap it up put in sarcophagus

Dearly departed it's done when it started

So now that I'm living so harmoniously

Feeling like Spartacus Curry the ultimate

I am the best there's no politics b***h I'm ultimate

Ultimate

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 ***

Open the internet photosynthesis

Put up parentheses temporary

Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry

Just might bust a b***h never knew my life

But yet the question is is he fake is he real

What the message is chop a b***h n***a up

I'mma sever it when I sever s**t

I kill 'em no Kony these n***as ain't homies

Claim you the homie I turn into Broly

Dropping 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***h I'm a beast

N***a you tell me who f**king with me

K to the I to the N to the G

Claim you the hottest but I disagree

Better love something than get a degree

This for Lord Infamous so RIP

Arrivederci b***hes looking thirsty riding 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 six

I will pimp slap a b***h 'cause I don't give a d**n

I am the n***a that drank the hard liquor

I smoke like a hippy and I pop them xans

I am the n***a 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 hoes

I need a moment of silence today

I killed the club I pulled up in a Wraith

So hypnotizing these hoes mesmerized by my diamonds

I shine and they try to throw shade

I want the throat but I'm too proud to pay

B***h 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 hol up

Matter fact make it fifty thousand hol up

I got so much sauce dripping on me

I think I'ma 'bout to change my name to a thousand island

B***h I'm about to turn up a level

F**kin' RNB chicks out of Coachella

Give her that dick 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 okay

Under the sun the bastard son

Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family sheesh

By any means your enemies my enemies

We wet them up like a canteen d**n

The yellow tape surrounds the fate

Don't have a face so now you late open the gates