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[Verse 1: Chris
in a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better room, vroom, hear the Lambo (celebrate)
Bitch, believe that I'm a sniper (yeah)
You know I'm to take you from your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas actin' bitches
It started up a epidemic
They don't a difference, nigga we winnin', I'm plenty 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 Meenie Mo (celebrate)
I don't like when I (I don't)
If I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like (regulate)
Do that I want to
Think I'm dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Chris
While I'm drivin', I'm in the sky with some shooters
We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic in the with the music
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 when it's supper time 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 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
Jolly Rancher, Snickers, bubblegum and flavored
Get the paper, (celebrate) on the corner
Heard you 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 you niggas (elevate)
All you new niggas don't do it for me, (woah)
I'm a professor, you a student to me, woah
Designer shades on, like you than me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a to me
wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can't me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil' tried 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 bitches stay mad at me
I might take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri

[Verse 3: Chris Brown & Lucas]
Order Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
What you utter? Stop stutterin', what you Let me double it
green 'rari, two twins, call 'em double mints
If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in then
up 'fore I spank you for actin' up
Now I'm up in cabanas, 'cause you bad as fuck
And all gorillas don't bananas 'less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the
that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
Don't believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a '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 e'ry motherfuckin' 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 bad bitches can't keep their feet down (elevate)
You don't wanna see Brown
Need to stop all that shit talkin', put the down
Joyner, I don't feel these niggas
up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas
Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these
Vet, so I'm finna good will niggas (celebrate)
I'ma show these niggas, I should grill these
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle these niggas
Oh shit, I'm the shit, you smell me, nigga
Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef,
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some
Ho, you actin' like a pig, you filthy, nigga
Now the tryna lock me in the prison, said, I'm guilty
I said, Da da da da da, come and kill me,

4: Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown & Both]
They must have forgot I'm psycho (jheeze)
Oh, you want war? Say no
your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)
You be sure, better be sure
I'm the realest nigga I know
And I'm so bored, I might switch
I saved a lotta money on (jheeze)
The neighbors knockin' on my door, what the you want?
Bitch, I'm (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, mind your business, I'm so sick of
me how I been livin' 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 had the shit in my size
Now I'm poppin', I'm
And your bitch hittin' my line
It's complicated, up with my main bitch
Givin' it to the side bitch at the same time
Puttin' my face in it, wastin' it
I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one time
And I'ma and play with the pussy
You know I don't keep my cape on a
But I keep a Uzi, a doozie, make a movie if you're actin'
So (celebrate)