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[Verse 1: Chris
in a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better make room, vroom, the Lambo (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 chopper at niggas actin' like bitches
It done 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, talk to the dick,
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 shoes, I don't like those (regulate)
Do anything that I to
Think I'm dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)

[Verse 2: Lucas & Chris Brown]
I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shooters
We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the
A choppers, acoustic in the guitar with the music
I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics
I never lie, but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of these
And all my life the food 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 with the movement-t-t-t-t-t
Walk in the like a boss, ooh
Ho, you know I'm drippin' the sauce, ooh
Pretty, a face full of scars
All they did was me up, try to take me apart
They ain't ever wanna (celebrate) you have a label
Call the doctor, heard the chopper make 'em do the
All you sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later
Jolly Rancher, Snickers, bubblegum and flavored
Get the paper, (celebrate) on the corner
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 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
Rappers talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can't give me neck with a 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 other of me (yeah)
Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches mad at me
I just take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri

[Verse 3: Brown & Joyner Lucas]
Order Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
you utter? Stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it
Lime green 'rari, two twins, call 'em mints
If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in then
Shut up 'fore I spank you for up
Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas, 'cause you bad as
And all don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, no bricks in the trunk
Leave that shit for the chumps, I get what I want
wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout they
Nigga look at my eyes, you to give 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 and can't even afford it
Seventy-five mil', at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad bitches can't keep their down (elevate)
You don't wanna see Brown
Need to stop all that talkin', put the seat down
Joyner, I don't feel these niggas
Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill niggas
is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
Vet, so I'm finna good these niggas (celebrate)
I'ma these niggas, I should grill these niggas
flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas
Oh shit, I'm the shit, you smell me, nigga
Break ribs, yeah, you don't no real beef, nigga
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear some bacon
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, and kill me, nigga

[Verse 4: Lucas, Chris Brown & Both]
They must forgot that I'm psycho (jheeze)
Oh, you want war? Say no
Turn your fuckin' block into a show (Joyner)
You better be sure, better be
I'm the realest nigga that I
And I'm so bored, I switch cars
I saved a money on Geico (jheeze)
The knockin' on my door, what the fuck 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' shoulders now I'm over
Every motherfucker who 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 hittin' my line
It's complicated, fuckin' up with my bitch
Givin' it to the side bitch at the same time
Puttin' my face in it, never it
I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one time
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)