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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 from your man (celebrate)
Pop up the chopper at artificial niggas actin' like bitches
It done up a epidemic
don't make 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 don't buy her shoes, I don't like those (regulate)
Do anything I want to
Think I'm gon' dance on the moon Michael (elevate)

[Verse 2: Joyner & Chris Brown]
I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shooters
We jump inside of the Buick, you and hide 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 never lie, but the truth is I'm tired of these losers
And all my life the food 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 with the movement-t-t-t-t-t
Walk in the like a boss, ooh
Ho, you I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
Pretty, with a face of scars
All did was build me up, try to take me apart
They ain't ever wanna (celebrate) like you have a
Call the doctor, heard the chopper 'em do the Macarena
All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and
Rancher, Snickers, bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate) on the
Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got
Got a Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin'
Yeah, I make you (elevate)
All you new don't do it for me, look (woah)
Bitch I'm a professor, you a to me, woah
Designer on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a to me
wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil' tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you niggas like of me
You don't see the other side of me (yeah)
Hard to make 'em happy, all these stay mad at me
I just might her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
Give her long and a strawberry daiquiri

3: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas]
Order Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
What you utter? Stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me it
Lime green 'rari, two twins, 'em double mints
If all you niggas 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 gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, make you
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 believe in my
I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck they owners
look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus
And every motherfuckin' record, 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
mil', look at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad bitches can't their feet down (elevate)
You really wanna see Brown
Need to stop all that shit talkin', put the seat
Joyner, I don't really feel niggas
Hol' up, I ain't pay to kill these niggas
Time is money, need to fuck and bill these niggas
Vet, so I'm good will these niggas (celebrate)
I'ma show these niggas, I grill these niggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these
Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could me, nigga
Break ribs, yeah, you don't no real beef, nigga
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some
Ho, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy,
Now the police lock me in the prison, said, I'm guilty
I said, Da da da da da, and kill me, nigga

[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas, Chris & Both]
They must have that I'm psycho (jheeze)
Oh, you want Say no more
your 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 might cars
I saved a lotta on Geico (jheeze)
The neighbors knockin' on my door, the fuck you want?
Bitch, I'm (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, mind your business, I'm so of niggas
Tellin' me how I been my life (Joyner)
Sick of bumpin' now I'm runnin' over
Every motherfucker who 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 bitch keep hittin' my line
It's complicated, fuckin' up 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 more
And proceed and play with the pussy
You know I keep my cape on a hoodie
But I keep a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if actin'
So (celebrate)