JPEGULTRA! Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

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[Intro: Denzel Curry]
You think you know me
Out the trenches for you flabbergasted fat fu*ks
It’s your boy Denzel Curry in this b!tch
And I’m chilling with my n!gga Peggy
You already know what time it is, we going around the world with it
And inside your girl with it, you feel me?
Live out of your b!tch body like my n!gga Wayne say
And you know, for Pete’s sake
N!gga, the boy Denzel Curry gotta do what it take
To get that motherfu*king money and that motherfu*king bread
So get it on when your b!tch in, ya dig?
So this how we gon’ do it

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Okay, so I gotta be rude
Don’t matter which way you go, you’ll still be a square like a Rubik’s Cube
Zeltron, n!gga, I am that dude
Me and J-P going A-P-E
So I got monkey bars but this ain’t P.E
Everybody said I got ADD but it never add up, I’ma count past three
Matter fact, one
All of this devilish s*it from D to MC but it’s guaranteed to make a rev run
Knee-high jump, better get far or it’s T I stomp
South Florida n!gga, but I’m north-made n!gga
This year, I’ma be a two pay n!gga
Knocking off the top, that’s a tupee, n!gga
I’m a tsunami, the new wave, n!gga
Most of your members will be dismembered
When you fall off, b!tch, I’m yelling out, “Timber”
You couldn’t fu*k with me if I hit Tinder
Last name Curry and the C for charisma
Somebody from Street Fighter 6 on my neck
But you n!ggas never do it like this
Got a brand new all gold shin Akuma hanging from my neck to my d!ck

[Interlude: Denzel Curry]

Live and direct out your b!tch pu*sy
This yo’ boy Denzel Curry in this hoe
A.K.A. Zeltron, A.K.A. Big Ultra
Y’all n!ggas don’t know what the fu*k it is when a real n!gga step into a room with some alligator shoes on
‘Cause you know we straight out the swamp, straight out the Everglades
Out of Florida, b!tch-ass n!gga
You feel me? Dade County, Get Sprayed County
Lauderdale or Slaughterdale
You already know what the fu*k it is
Ayy, Peggy, let me talk to ’em one time, hol’ up

[Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA]
N!ggas be begging for s*it to be different until they get it, then they treat it indifferent
People projecting they bulls*it at you ’cause they dissatisfied with the life that they living
N!ggas net worth be like seventeen bucks while they begging for feet pics from shortys I been with
I can sniff out you proximity hoes, always near some s*it going on, but never did it
I don’t understand when people talk s*it 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
N!ggas be trying to fu*k on your b!tch 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, “Goodnight”
Y’all tried your best, but the heat aiming right
Kimber OG, I’m as high as a kite
Shop for success, well, I brought me a pint
Watch how I whip, I ain’t stir-fry the 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 fu*k with my money, try fu*k with my mind
Then acting like fu*king they b!tch is a crime
This ain’t relatable, this ain’t debatable
Something happened to you, it’s by design, shh

[Interlude: JPEGMAFIA]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, man
JPEG motherfu*king MAFIA
Making grown men emotional since 2008, at least
Now walk around everywhere as me, you know
And you never catch me out here looking like these dirty-ass underground rappers
Locked in the Airbnb somewhere with a bunch of n!ggas, playing with each other’s d!cks
Zero women around, looping records nobody wants to hear

[Verse 3: JPEGMAFIA]
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 have ran me a cult
Quarterback that hoe like I’m Peyton on Colts
Fu*k-n!ggas yapping ’bout me on they alt
But when I see you, it’s degrees of assault
You said when you see him you catching a case?
I hope not like the one you got in your vault
‘Cause that s*it is shaky
Heard the church service said, “come as you are”
So I showed up with a whole bunch of b!tches that hate me
Told my main b!tch to stop acting expensive
Girl, pass me the mic’, you ass 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 of my enemies, they either dead or hating, literally faking
Lame-ass n!ggas get exposed everyday and I don’t gotta do nothing more than frustrate him
He’s not a threat, b!tch, I’m on him, a vet
I hit marksman in basic, I never need training
Ayy, they make a career from hating
Ayy, they make a career from faking
I s*it-talked my way right into a bag
You pu*sy in private, beg him for collabs
You pillow-talking to these b!tches, 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 yapping online ’cause you know where I’m at, lil’ b!tch
Fu*k, n!gga