🎵 Ultimate (Remix) // by Denzel Curry

35 ContributorsUltimate (Remix) Lyrics This is the official remix of Denzel Curry’s breakout hit “Ultimate”. This song was released around two years after the original and features the same hook and verses from Curry along with a new verse from… Read More  [Intro] Ronny J, listen up [Chorus: Denzel Curry] 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 (damn) The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face, so now you late, open the gates (god damn) [Verse 1: Denzel Curry] Great, eliminate like ElimiDate (ooh) Hey, young boy had to penetrate (ooh) Face, young boy done caught a case (ooh) Bang, now his mama livin' with the pain (uh) Wait, doctor says he's gonna stay (huh?) Let him get the Senzu Bean so he regenerate (oh) Now a nigga harder than the head of the state (damn) Denzel Curry is the new candidate (damn) Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite Stop this shit, chop your esophagus (esophagus) Bitches be boppin' it, bow down and pop it in Droppin' it in her esophagus (esophagus) She get so nasty, in public she classy Perhaps she is able to swallow it (uh) Girl, I can make you a star (star, ooh) Then I put her ass on Apollo, bitch (damn) Bitch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness Narcissist, part time an arsonist (flame) Rippin' through cartilage, I am the hardest, bitch Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus (damn) 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 [Bridge: Denzel Curry] Bitch, I'm ultimate Ultimate Bitch, I'm... [Chorus: Denzel Curry] 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 (damn) The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face, so now you late, open the gates (damn) [Verse 2: Denzel Curry] 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 bitch, never knew my life But yet the question is, "Is he fake? Is he real?" What the message is, chop a bitch nigga up I'ma sever it when I sever shit I kill 'em, no Kony, these niggas 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 Bitch, I'm a beast Nigga, you tell me who fuckin' 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, bitches lookin' thirsty Ridin' through the dirty, like it's mandatory Ending of the story [Chorus: Denzel Curry & Juicy J] I-I-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 (damn) The yellow tape surrounds the fate (Yeah) Don't have a face, so now you late, open the gates (Ayy) [Verse 3: Juicy J] I am the juice from the mafia six, I will pimp slap a bitch 'cause I don't give a damn I am the nigga that drank the hard liquor, I smoke like a hippy and I pop them xans I am the nigga 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 hypnotizin’, 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 Bitch skip the talking I throw a lil' bread She get to sucking and I just discovered a 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'm about to change my name to a thousand island Bitch I'm about to turn up a level Fuckin' R&B chicks out of Coachella Give her that dick, she think I'm in love with her, now she texting me a motherfucking four-page letter [Chorus: Denzel Curry] I-I-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 (damn) The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face, so now you late, open the gates