Stranger Things (feat. Chris Brown)

[Chris Brown]

Bottles and 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 about to take you from your man tho (so celebrate)

Pop up with the chopper and artificial niggas acting like bitches done started up a epidemic

It don't make a difference, nigga we winning,I'm plenty grinning

A hundred million platinum fucking you ain't got to 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, comming me like eenie meenie miney mo (celebrate)

I don't like when I lose, if I don't buy for them shoes, I don't like those (regulate)

Do anything that i want to it, think I'm gonna dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)

[Joyner (Chris Brown)]

While I'm driving, I'm moon walking in the sky

Say shooters be jumping inside the buick

Be ducking [?] rugers

A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar

When the music is I'm alive and I used to get stuck inside of the cubics

I never lie with the truth

I'm so fucking tired of these losers

And all my life, wanted the [??] 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

Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh

Hoe, you know I'm dripping with the sauce, ooh

Pretty with a face full of scars, all they do is build me up

Try to take me apart. They don't never want to (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 I relate to Jolly Ranchers, stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored

Get the paper i'ma (celebrate)

On the corner

Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona

Got a little spanish bitch that I call, my maricona

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

Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)

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

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

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

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 grabbing me

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

You don't wanna see the other side of me

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

I just might take her around to Applebee's

Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri

[Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas]

All the Cheesecake Factory bubbling, why your mama leave?

Watch you utter, stop stuttering

Watch you spin, let me double it

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

If all you pussy niggas my kids, are in trouble then

Shut up before I spank you for acting up

Now I'm [??], bitch she bad as fuck

And don't go without bananas, unless your chain is tucked

You wiggity-wack with the strap

You cross criss, 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 mom, but you believe in my dump

I'm taking a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout their owners

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

And every motherfucking record is a hit, if I record it (celebrate)

And every motherfucking snitch up in this bitch, they reported (celebrate)

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

Seventy-five mill, 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 talking, 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

I'ma kill 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

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

I say Asalam Alaikum when I tear apart the bacon

Hoe, you acting like a pig, you fucking filthy, nigga

Now the police tryna locking up in the prison, said I'm guilty

I said da da da da da, come and kill me nigga..

[Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown]

They must've forgotten I'm pyscho

Oh you want war? Say no more

Turn your fucking block into a light show

You better be sure, better be sure

I'm the realest nigga, and that I know

And I'm so bored, I might swtich cars

I'm saving a lotta money on Geico

And neighbors knocking on my door, what the fuck you want?

Bitch, I'm Irak

Listen nigga, mind your business, I'm so sick of niggas tryna be how I've been living my life

Sick of rubbing shoulders, now I'm running over every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride

I was watching, you was shopping

Ain't never had the shit in my side

Now I'm popping, I'm popping, your bitch keep hitting my line

It's complicated, keep fucking up with my main bitch, giving it to the side bitch at the same damn time

Put it my face, never wasting 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 give a uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're acting so (celebrate)