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[Verse 1: Brown]
in a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better make room, vroom, hear the (celebrate)
Bitch, better believe that I'm a (yeah)
You know I'm to take you from your man though (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 down to me
the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
Now choke, to the dick, honestly
I'm dope, bitch, comin' like Eenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
I don't when I lose (I don't)
If I don't buy her shoes, I don't like those (regulate)
Do anything I want to
Think I'm gon' dance on the moon like (elevate)

[Verse 2: Lucas & Chris Brown]
While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with shooters
We inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic in the with the music
I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics
I lie, but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
And all my life want the food when it's time and the juice
But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of time I lose it
And strategize the movement-t-t-t-t-t
in the trap like a boss, ooh
Ho, you know I'm drippin' the sauce, ooh
Pretty, a face full of scars
All they did was build me up, try to me apart
ain't ever wanna (celebrate) like you have a label
Call the doctor, the chopper make 'em do the Macarena
All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and
Rancher, Snickers, bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, (celebrate) on the corner
Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got
Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her
Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna
Yeah, I you niggas (elevate)
All you new don't do it for me, look (woah)
Bitch I'm a professor, you a to me, woah
shades on, like 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 a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil' niggas tried me (grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you niggas half of me
You wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
to make 'em happy, all these 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 & Joyner
Order Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
What you utter? Stop stutterin', you spend? 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 up in cabanas, 'cause you bad as fuck
And all gorillas don't want bananas 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
that 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 for my side, could give a fuck 'bout they owners
Nigga look at my eyes, you 'bout to me my bonus
And every motherfuckin' record, that's a hit, I it (celebrate)
And e'ry motherfuckin' 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 keep their down (elevate)
You don't really see Brown
Need to stop all shit talkin', put the seat down
Joyner, I don't really feel niggas
Hol' up, I ain't pay to kill these niggas
is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
Vet, so I'm good will these niggas (celebrate)
I'ma show these niggas, I should grill niggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Phil these niggas
Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me,
Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef,
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I apart some bacon
Ho, you actin' like a pig, you 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: Joyner Lucas, Chris & Both]
must have forgot that I'm psycho (jheeze)
Oh, you war? Say no more
Turn your fuckin' into a light show (Joyner)
You be sure, better be sure
I'm the realest nigga I know
And I'm so bored, I switch cars
I saved a lotta on Geico (jheeze)
The neighbors knockin' on my door, the fuck you want?
Bitch, I'm (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, your business, I'm so sick of niggas
Tellin' me how I been my life (Joyner)
Sick of bumpin' shoulders now I'm runnin'
Every who ain't wanna get in my ride
I was watchin', you was
Ain't never had the shit in my
Now I'm poppin', I'm
And your bitch keep hittin' my
It's complicated, fuckin' up with my bitch
Givin' it to the bitch at the same damn time
Puttin' my in it, never wastin' it
lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
And proceed and play with the pussy
You know I don't my cape on a hoodie
But I keep a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're
So (celebrate)