Stranger Things

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]

Bottles in a bucket full of ice (Yeah)

Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo (Celebrate)

Bitch, better believe that I'ma sniper (Yeah)

You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (Celebrate)

Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas actin' like bitches

And it started up a epidemic

It don't make a difference, nigga, we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'

Hunnid million platinum, **** it, you ain't gotta listen (Celebrate)

You better step down to me

Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth to me

Now choke, talk to the dick, honestly

I'm dope, bitch, comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (Celebrate)

I don't like when I lose (I don't)

If I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like those (Regulate)

Do anything that I want to

Think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (Elevate)

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown]

While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shooters

We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers (Brap, brap)

A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with no music

Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics (Buck, buck)

I never lie, but the truth is I'm ****in' tired of these losers

And all my life want the food when it's supper time and the juice (Brap, brap)

But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I lose it

And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t (Buck, buck)

Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh

Ho, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh

Pretty, with a face full of scars

All they did was build me up, tried to take me apart (Buck, buck, buck)

They ain't ever wanna celebrate like you have a label

Call the doctor, heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later

Jolly Rancher, stick of bubblegum, it's watermelon flavored (Woo, woo, woo!)

Get the paper, I'ma (Celebrate) on the corner

Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona

Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona

Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a ****in' sauna (Woo, woo, woo!)

Yeah, I make you niggas (Elevate)

All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (Woah)

Bitch I'm the professor, you a student to me, woah

Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (Ayy)

All we do is win, you a loser to me

Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)

You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities

Bunch of lil' niggas tried grabbin' me (Grabbin' me)

Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me

You don't wanna see the other side of me (Yeah)

Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me

I just might take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)

Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri

[Verse 3: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas]

Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?

What you utter? Stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it

Lime green 'Rari, two twins, call 'em double mints

If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in trouble then

Shut up 'fore I spank you for actin' up

Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas 'cause she bad as ****

And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked

You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump

I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk

Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want

Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump

I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a **** 'bout the owners

Nigga look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus

And every mother****in' record, that's a hit, I record it (Celebrate)

And e'ry mother****in' snitch up in this bitch, they report it (Celebrate)

You paid your way for this fade and can't even afford it

75 mil', look at me now (Celebrate)

And all these bad bitches can't keep their feet down (Elevate)

You don't really wanna see Brown

Need to stop all that shit talkin', put the seat down

Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas

Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas

Time is money, need to **** around and bill these niggas

Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (Celebrate) (Buck, buck, buck)

I'ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas

Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas (Brap, brap, brap)

Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me, nigga

Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga

I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon

Ho, you actin' like a pig, you ****in' filthy, nigga (Woo, woo, woo!)

Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said, "I'm guilty"

I said, "Da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga" (Buck)

[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown & Both]

They must have forgot that I'm psycho (Jheeze)

Oh, you want war? Say no more

Turn your ****in' block into a light show (Joyner)

You better be sure, better be sure

I'm the realest nigga that I know (Hey)

And I'm so bored, I might switch cars

I saved a lotta money on Geico (Jheeze)

The neighbors knockin' on my door, what the **** you want?

Bitch, I'm alright (Jheeze)

Listen, nigga, mind your business, I'm so sick of niggas

Tellin' me how I been livin' my life (Joyner)

Sick of bumpin' shoulders, now I'm runnin' over

Every mother****er who ain't wanna get in my ride (Buck, buck, buck, woo!)

I was watchin', you was shoppin'

Ain't never had the shit in my size (Jheeze)

Now I'm poppin', I'm poppin'

And your bitch keep hittin' my line

It's complicated, ****in' up with my main bitch

Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn time

Puttin' my face in it, never wastin' it

I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time

And I'ma proceed and play with the pussy

You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie

But I keep a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin' stupid

So (Celebrate)