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[Verse 1: Brown]
in a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better make room, vroom, hear the (celebrate)
Bitch, believe that I'm a sniper (yeah)
You know I'm 'bout to take you from 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 ain't gotta (celebrate)
You better step 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 like I lose (I don't)
If I buy her them shoes, I don't like those (regulate)
Do that I want to
Think I'm gon' on the moon like Michael (elevate)

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Brown]
While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some
We jump inside of the Buick, you and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar the music
Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck of the cubics
I lie, but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
And all my life want the food when supper time and the juice
But I'd die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
And with the movement-t-t-t-t-t
Walk in the trap a boss, ooh
Ho, you know I'm 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 wanna (celebrate) like you have a
Call the doctor, heard the make 'em do the Macarena
All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and
Jolly Rancher, Snickers, and watermelon flavored
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 than a fuckin' sauna
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 than me, (ayy)
All we do is win, you a to me
Rappers wanna about battle me (Joyner)
You give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil' niggas tried me (grabbin' me)
Five five, boy, you niggas like half of me
You don't wanna see the other of me (yeah)
Hard to make 'em happy, all these stay mad at me
I might take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
Give her long dick and a 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 double
If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in then
Shut up 'fore I you for actin' up
Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas, 'cause you bad as
And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less 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 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 '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' snitch up in 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 feet down (elevate)
You don't really wanna see
Need to stop all shit talkin', put the seat down
Joyner, I don't really these niggas
Hol' up, I ain't pay to kill these niggas
Time is money, to fuck around and bill these niggas
Vet, so I'm finna good these niggas (celebrate)
I'ma show these niggas, I should these niggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these
Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me,
Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no beef, nigga
I say ʿalaykum when I tear apart 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, and kill me, nigga

[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown &
must have forgot that I'm psycho (jheeze)
Oh, you war? Say no more
Turn your fuckin' block into a show (Joyner)
You better be sure, be sure
I'm the realest that I know
And I'm so bored, I might switch
I saved a money on Geico (jheeze)
The knockin' on my door, what 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' now I'm runnin' over
Every motherfucker who ain't 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
it to the side bitch at the same damn time
Puttin' my in it, never wastin' it
lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
And I'ma proceed and play the pussy
You know I don't keep my cape on a
But I keep a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're
So (celebrate)