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[Verse 1: Brown]
Bottles in a bucket of ice (yeah)
make room, vroom, hear the Lambo (celebrate)
Bitch, better believe that I'm a (yeah)
You know I'm 'bout to take you your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper at artificial actin' like bitches
It started up a epidemic
They make a difference, nigga 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' Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
I don't like I lose (I don't)
If I don't buy her them shoes, I don't those (regulate)
Do that I want to
Think I'm gon' dance on the moon like (elevate)

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Chris
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 couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar the music
I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics
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 rather die 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 build me up, try to take me
They ain't ever wanna (celebrate) like you a label
the doctor, heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena
All you sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later
Jolly Rancher, Snickers, bubblegum and flavored
Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate) on the
you niggas 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 to me, woah
shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a to me
wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can't give me neck with a full of cavities
Bunch of niggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you like half of me
You don't see the other side of me (yeah)
to make 'em happy, all these bitches 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'?
you utter? Stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it
Lime 'rari, two twins, call 'em double mints
If all you niggas my kids, I'm in trouble then
Shut up 'fore I spank you for up
Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas, you bad as fuck
And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is
You wiggity-wack the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the
Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get I want
Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my
I'm takin' a knee for my side, could a fuck 'bout they owners
Nigga look at my eyes, you 'bout to me my bonus
And every motherfuckin' record, a hit, I record it (celebrate)
And e'ry snitch 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 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
Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these
Time is money, need to around and bill these niggas
Vet, so I'm finna good will these (celebrate)
I'ma show these niggas, I should grill these
Take flex, Prince, Uncle Phil 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 I tear apart some bacon
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

4: Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown & Both]
They must have forgot that I'm (jheeze)
Oh, you war? Say no more
Turn fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)
You better be sure, better be
I'm the nigga that I know
And I'm so bored, I might cars
I saved a money on Geico (jheeze)
The neighbors knockin' on my door, the fuck you want?
Bitch, I'm (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, mind business, I'm so sick of niggas
me how I been livin' my life (Joyner)
Sick of bumpin' shoulders now I'm over
motherfucker 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, up with my main bitch
Givin' it to the side bitch at the same time
Puttin' my in it, never wastin' it
I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one time
And I'ma proceed and play with the
You know I keep my cape on a hoodie
But I keep a Uzi, it's a doozie, a movie if you're actin'
So (celebrate)