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

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Brown]
While I'm drivin', I'm in the sky with some shooters
We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and from the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with the
Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the
I lie, but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
And all my life want the food when it's supper and the juice
But I'd die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
And strategize the movement-t-t-t-t-t
in the trap like a boss, ooh
Ho, you I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
Pretty, with a face of scars
All they did was me up, try to take me apart
They ain't ever (celebrate) like you have a label
Call the doctor, heard the chopper 'em do the Macarena
All you niggas sweet as candy, chip and Now and Later
Jolly Rancher, Snickers, and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate) on the
you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little bitch, I call her maricona
Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna
Yeah, I make you (elevate)
All you new niggas do it for me, look (woah)
Bitch I'm a professor, you a student to me,
Designer shades on, you cooler than 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 full of cavities
Bunch of niggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you niggas half of me
You don't wanna see the side of me (yeah)
Hard to make 'em happy, all bitches stay mad at me
I just might her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
Give her dick and a strawberry daiquiri

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

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