Music Video

Denzel Curry - Ultimate (feat. Juicy J) [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]
Watch {trackName} music video by {artistName}

Featured In

Listen to Ultimate - Single by Denzel Curry
ALBUMUltimate - SingleDenzel Curry
Listen to 2010s Hip-Hop Essentials featuring Denzel Curry
PLAYLIST2010s Hip-Hop EssentialsApple Music 2010s
Listen to Denzel Curry Essentials featuring Denzel Curry
PLAYLISTDenzel Curry EssentialsApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to Ep. 30 Lazer Sound Playlist featuring Denzel Curry
PLAYLISTEp. 30 Lazer Sound PlaylistLazer Sound
Listen to Inspired by Lupe Fiasco featuring Denzel Curry
PLAYLISTInspired by Lupe FiascoApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to Ep. 2 Takeover: Pigeons & Planes featuring Denzel Curry
PLAYLISTEp. 2 Takeover: Pigeons & PlanesTakeover: Reprezent Radio
Listen to Zero Dark Project featuring Denzel Curry
PLAYLISTZero Dark ProjectBeats by Dr. Dre
Listen to Ep. 39 The Pharmacy Playlist featuring Denzel Curry
PLAYLISTEp. 39 The Pharmacy PlaylistThe Pharmacy

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronald Spence Jr.
Ronald Spence Jr.
Songwriter
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ronny J
Ronny J
Producer
Lino Martinez
Lino Martinez
Mixing Engineer
Nathan Burgess
Nathan Burgess
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

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 (Woo) 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 Great, eliminate like ElimiDate (Woo) Hey, young boy had to penetrate (Woo) Face, young boy done caught a case (Woo) Bang, now his mama living 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 bopping it, bow down and pop it in Dropping it in her esophagus (Esophagus) She get so nasty in public, she classy Perhaps she is able to swallow it (Skrrt) Girl, I can make you a star (Star) Then I put her ass on Apollo, bitch (Damn) Bitch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness Narcissist, part time an arsonist (Damn) Ripping 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 living so harmonious (Harmonious) Feeling like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate I am the best, there's no politics, bitch, I'm ultimate Ultimate, bitch 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 (Woo) By-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) 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 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 Bitch, I'm a beast (Beast) Nigga, you tell me who fucking with me (Me) K to the I to the N to the G (G) Claim you the hottest, but I disagree (Gree) Better learn something and get a degree (Gree) This for Lord Infamous so R.I.P (P) Arrivederci, bitches looking thirsty Riding through the dirty, like it's mandatory Ending of the story I-I-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 (Woo) 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
Writer(s): Denzel Curry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramPath