JPEGULTRA! (feat. Denzel Curry)

(You think you know me) Out the trenches for you flabbergasted fat fucks This your boy Denzel Curry in this bitch And I'm chillin' with my nigga Peggy You already know what time it is, we goin' around the world with it And inside your girl with it, you feel me Live out of your bitch body like my nigga Wayne say And you know for Pete's sake Nigga, the boy Denzel Curry gotta do what it take To get that motherfuckin' money and that motherfuckin' bread So get it all on your bitch hand, ya dig? So this how we gon' do it Ok, so I gotta be rude No matter which way you go, you'll still be a square like a Rubix cube Zeltron, nigga, I am that dude Me and JP going A-P-E, so I got monkey bars but this ain't PE Everybody said I got A.D.D. but it never add up I'ma count past 3 Matter fact 1 All of this devilish shit from D to MC But it's guaranteed to make a rev run Knee-high jump, better get far or it's TI's "Stomp" South Florida nigga but a North Dade nigga This year, I'ma be a too-paid nigga Knocking off the top, that's a toupee, nigga I'm a tsunami to new wave niggas Most of your members will be dismembered When you fall off, bitch, I'm yelling out, "Timber!" You couldn't fuck with me if I had Tinder Last name Curry, and the C for charisma Somebody from Street Fighter 6 on my neck But you niggas never do it like this Got a brand new all gold Shin Akuma hangin' from my neck to my dick Live and direct out your bitch pussy This your boy Denzel Curry in this hoe A.K.A Zeltron, A.K.A Big Ultra Y'all niggas don't know what the fuck it is When a real nigga step into the room with some alligator shoes on 'Cause you know we straight out the swamp Straight out the Everglades Out in Florida, bitch-ass nigga You feel me, Dade County, Get Sprayed County Lauderdale or Slaughterdale You already know what the fuck it is Ay, Peggy, let me talk to 'em one time, hold up Niggas be begging for shit to be different Until they get it, then they treat it indifferent People projecting they bullshit on you 'Cause they dissatisfied with the life that they livin' Niggas' net worth be like 17 bucks While they begging for feet pics from shortys I been in I can sniff out you proximity hoes Always near some shit going on, but never did it I don't understand when people talk shit on me They gotta lead with a lie, or some fibbing Friends acting like they don't wanna talk Then start begging for change, I don't know what it's giving Niggas be trying to fuck on your bitch while they dapping you up Saying, "I see your vision" Fake friends turning on me for nothing They mad 'cause they failed, even with an advantage This is my fight, I just woke up as a child of the light Jumped on the beat, had to tell it good night Y'all tried ya'll best, but ain't hitting it right Kimber O.G, I'm as high as a kite Shot for success, well, I bought me a pint Watch how I whip, I ain't stir-fry to rice Get your head cracked just for rolling the dice, uh Now, don't believe hype Believe what you see, not what's said on the mic Peggy Chun-Li, I kick out every time Can't keep me down so they try block the shine Try fuck with my money, try fuck with my mind They actin' like fuckin' they bitch is a crime This ain't relatable, this ain't debatable Something happened to you, it's by design, shh Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, man JPEG motherfuckin' MAFIA Makin' grown men emotional, since 2008, at least Now, walk around everywhere as me, you know And you never catch me out here Lookin' like these dirty-ass underground rappers Locked in a Airbnb somewhere, with a bunch of niggas Playin' with each other's dicks Zero women around Loopin' records nobody wants to hear ♪ Uh, look On my knees for a god who can hear I can't pray to no god I can't fear I think I should've ran me a cult Quarterback that hoe like I'm Peyton on Colts Fuck niggas yapping 'bout me on they alt But when I see you, it's degrees of assault You say you see him, you catchin' a case? I hope not the one that you got in your vault 'Cause this shit is shaky Heard the Church service said, "Come as you are" So I showed up with a whole bunch of bitches that hate me Told my main bitch to stop acting expensive Girl, pass me the mic, you as clueless as Stacy I know that time heals wounds, but my time is money And I can't use time as saline Pray, for all my enemies They either dead or hating, literally faking Lame ass niggas get exposed every day And I don't gotta do nothing more than frustrate him He's not a threat, bitch I'm armed, I'm a vet I hit marksman in basic, I never need training Ay, they make a career from hating Ay, they make a career from faking I shit-talked my way right into a bag You pussy in private, beg him for collabs You pillow talkin' to these bitches, it's sad I don't know whether to slap you or laugh Shower posse, give that baby a bath I know your label saw a cash grab You got popped, then turned hashtag Stop yappin' online 'cause you know where I'm at, lil' bitch Fuck nigga