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