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[Verse 1: Brown]
in a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better room, vroom, hear the Lambo (celebrate)
Bitch, better believe I'm a sniper (yeah)
You I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the at artificial niggas actin' like bitches
It done started up a
They don't make a difference, we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
Hunnid million platinum, fuck it, you gotta listen (celebrate)
You step down to me
Feel the dick, bitch, open up mouth for me
Now choke, to the dick, honestly
I'm dope, bitch, comin' Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
I don't like I lose (I don't)
If I don't buy her them shoes, I don't those (regulate)
Do that I want to
Think I'm gon' dance on the moon Michael (elevate)

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Chris
While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with shooters
We jump of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic in the with the music
Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck of the cubics
I never lie, but the truth is I'm fuckin' of these losers
And all my life the food when it's supper time and the juice
But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I it
And strategize with the
in the trap like a boss, ooh
Ho, you I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
Pretty, with a face full of
All they did was build me up, try to me apart
ain't ever wanna (celebrate) like you have a label
Call the doctor, heard the make 'em do the Macarena
All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and
Jolly Rancher, Snickers, bubblegum and watermelon
Get the paper, (celebrate) on the corner
you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little bitch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin'
Yeah, I you niggas (elevate)
All you new niggas do it for me, look (woah)
I'm a professor, you a student to me, woah
Designer shades on, like you cooler me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a to me
Rappers wanna about battle me (Joyner)
You can't give me neck with a mouth of cavities
Bunch of lil' niggas grabbin' me (grabbin' me)
Five five, boy, you niggas like half of me
You don't wanna see the side of me (yeah)
Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches mad at me
I just might take her out to (Applebee's)
Give her long and a strawberry daiquiri

3: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas]
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you
What you utter? Stop stutterin', what you Let me double it
Lime green 'rari, two twins, call 'em mints
If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in trouble
Shut up 'fore I you for actin' up
Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas, 'cause you bad as
And all gorillas want bananas 'less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, no bricks in the trunk
Leave shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you in my dump
I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck they owners
Nigga look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my
And every motherfuckin' record, that's a hit, I it (celebrate)
And e'ry snitch up in this bitch, they report it (celebrate)
You paid your way for fade and can't even afford it
mil', look at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad bitches can't keep their feet (elevate)
You don't really see Brown
to stop all that shit talkin', put the seat down
Joyner, I don't feel these niggas
Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill niggas
is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
Vet, so I'm finna will these niggas (celebrate)
I'ma show niggas, I should grill these niggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these
Oh shit, I'm the shit, you smell me, nigga
Break ribs, yeah, you don't no real beef, nigga
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear some bacon
Ho, you actin' a pig, you fuckin' filthy, nigga
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said, I'm
I said, Da da da da da, come and kill me,

[Verse 4: Lucas, Chris Brown & Both]
They must forgot that I'm psycho (jheeze)
Oh, you want war? Say no
Turn your block into a light show (Joyner)
You better be sure, be sure
I'm the nigga that I know
And I'm so bored, I might switch
I saved a money on Geico (jheeze)
The neighbors knockin' on my door, the fuck you want?
Bitch, I'm (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, mind your business, I'm so sick of
Tellin' me how I livin' my life (Joyner)
Sick of shoulders now I'm runnin' over
Every who ain't wanna get in my ride
I was watchin', you was
Ain't never had the in my size
Now I'm poppin', I'm
And your bitch keep hittin' my
It's complicated, fuckin' up with my main
Givin' it to the side bitch at the damn time
Puttin' my face in it, never it
lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
And proceed and play with the pussy
You know I don't keep my cape on a
But I a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin'
So (celebrate)