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

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Brown]
While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky some shooters
We inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers
A choppers, acoustic in the guitar with the music
Guess I'm alive and I use it, get inside of the cubics
I never lie, but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of losers
And all my life want the when it's supper time and the juice
But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a of time 'fore I lose it
And strategize the movement-t-t-t-t-t
Walk in the trap 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
They ain't ever wanna (celebrate) like you a label
Call the doctor, heard the chopper make 'em do the
All you niggas sweet as candy, chip and Now and Later
Jolly Rancher, Snickers, and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, (celebrate) on the corner
Heard you got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish bitch, I her maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter a fuckin' sauna
Yeah, I you niggas (elevate)
All you new niggas do it for me, look (woah)
Bitch I'm a professor, you a student to me,
Designer shades on, like you than me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a to me
Rappers wanna talk battle me (Joyner)
You can't give me neck with a full of cavities
Bunch of lil' niggas grabbin' me (grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you like half of me
You don't wanna see the other 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 & Joyner
Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
What you utter? Stop stutterin', you spend? Let me double it
Lime green 'rari, two twins, call 'em double
If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in trouble
Shut up I spank you for actin' up
Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas, you bad as fuck
And all gorillas don't want bananas your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack 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 in my mind, but you believe in my dump
I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout owners
Nigga look at my eyes, you 'bout to me my bonus
And every record, that's a hit, I record it (celebrate)
And e'ry motherfuckin' up in this bitch, they report it (celebrate)
You paid your way for this fade and even afford it
mil', look 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 feel these 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 good will these niggas (celebrate)
I'ma show niggas, I should grill these niggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle these niggas
Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me,
Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no beef, nigga
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some
Ho, you actin' like a pig, you filthy, nigga
Now the police lock me in the prison, said, I'm guilty
I said, Da da da da da, come and me, nigga

[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown &
They have forgot that I'm psycho (jheeze)
Oh, you want war? Say no
Turn your block into a light show (Joyner)
You be sure, better be sure
I'm the nigga that I know
And I'm so bored, I might switch
I saved a lotta money on (jheeze)
The knockin' on my door, what the fuck you want?
Bitch, I'm (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, mind business, I'm so sick of niggas
Tellin' me how I been livin' my (Joyner)
Sick of bumpin' shoulders now I'm runnin'
motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride
I was watchin', you was
Ain't had the shit in my size
Now I'm poppin', I'm
And your bitch keep my line
It's complicated, up with my main bitch
Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn
Puttin' my face in it, wastin' it
I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one time
And I'ma proceed and play with the
You know I don't keep my on a hoodie
But I a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin'
So (celebrate)