Stranger Things (feat. Joyner Lucas)

[Chris Brown]

Bottles in a bucket full of ice (yeah)

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

Bitch, better believe that I'm a 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

It done started up a epidemic

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

Hundred million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (celebrate)

You better step down to me

Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for 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)

[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

A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with the music

Guess 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 losers

And all my life want the food when it's supper time and the juice

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

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, try to take me apart

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

Call the doctor, heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena

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

Jolly Rancher, Snickers, bubblegum and watermelon flavored

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

I heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona

I got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona

Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna

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

[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 bitches bad as fuck

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 fuck 'bout they owners

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

And every motherfuckin' record, that's a hit, I record it (celebrate)

And every motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they report it (celebrate)

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

Seventy-five 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 fuck around and bill these niggas

Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (celebrate)

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

Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas

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

Hoe, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy, nigga

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

[Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown & Both]

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

Oh, you want war? Say no more

Turn your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)

You better be sure, better be sure

I'm the realest nigga that I know

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 fuck 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 motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride

I was watchin', you was shoppin'

Ain't never had the shit in my size

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

And your bitch keep hittin' my line

It's complicated, fuckin' 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 then 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'

So (celebrate)