Stranger Things

Bottles and a bucket full of ice yeah
Better make room vroom hear the Lambo celebrate
B**ch better believe that I'ma sniper yeah
You know I'm about to take you from your man though so celebrate
Pop up with the ch**per
And artificial n**gas acting like b**ches it done started up a epidemic
It don't make a difference n**ga we winning I'm plenty grinning
A hundred million platinum f**king you ain't got to listen celebrate
You better step down to me
Feel the d**k b**ch open up your mouth for me
Now choke talk to the d**k honestly
I'm d**e b**ch coming like Eenie Meenie Miney mo celebrate
I don't like when I lose if I don't buy her 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 Lucas/Chris Brown：
While I'm driving I'm moonwalking in the sky
Say shooters be jumping inside the Buick
You duck and hide from the 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 f**king tired of these losers
And all my life wanted the food
When its summer 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 n**gas 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 n**gas got the juice but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish b**ch that I call my maricona
Joyner Lucas b**ch I'm hotter than a f**king sauna
Yeah I make you n**gas elevate
All you new n**gas don't do it for me look
B**ch 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 n**k with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil' n**gas tried grabbing me grabbing me
Five foot five boy you n**gas like half of me
You don't wanna see the other side of me yeah
Hard to make 'em happy all these b**ches stay mad at me
I just might take her around to Applebee's Applebee's
Give her long d**k and a strawberry daiquiri
Chris Brown/Joyner Lucas:
All the Cheesecake Factory bubbling why your mumbling
Watch you utter stop stuttering
What you spend Let me double it
Nah
Lime green 'Rari two twins call 'em double mints
If all you p**sy n**gas my kids are in trouble then
Shut up before I spank you for acting up
Now I'm waking up in cabanas cause she bad as f**k
And all gorillas don't want 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 sh*t 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 f**k 'bout their owners
Ni**a look at my eyes you 'bout to give me my bonus
And every motherf**king record is a hit if I record it celebrate
And every motherf**king snitch up in this b**ch 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 b**ches can't keep their feet down elevate
You don't really wanna see Brown
Need to stop all that sh*t talking put the seat down
Joyner I don't really feel these n**gas
Hol' up I ain't gotta pay to kill these n**gas
Time is money need to f**k around and bill these n**gas
Vet so I'm finna good will these n**gas
I'ma kill these n**gas
I should grill these n**gas
Take flex Fresh Prince Uncle Phil these n**gas
Oh sh*t I'm the sh*t you could smell me n**ga
Break ribs yeah you don't want no real beef n**ga
I say As salāmu 'alaykum when I tear apart the bacon
Hoe you acting like a pig you f**king filthy n**ga
Now the police tryna locking up in the prison said I'm guilty
I said da da da da da come and kill me n**ga
Joyner Lucas/Chris Brown：
They must've forgotten I'm pyscho
Oh you want war
Say no more
Turn your f**king block into a light show Joyner
You better be sure better be sure
I'm the realest n**ga that I know
And I'm so bored I might switch cars
I'm saving a lotta money on Geico
And neighbors knocking on my door what the f**k you want
B**ch I'm Irak
Listen n**ga mind your business
I'm so sick of n**gas telling me how I've been living my life
Sick of rubbing shoulders
Now I'm running over every motherf**ker who ain't wanna get in my ride
I was watching you was shopping
Ain't never had the sh*t in my side
Now I'm popping I'm popping your b**ch keed**np hitting my line
It's complicated keep f**king up with my main
B**ch giving it to the side b**ch at the same d**n 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 p**sy
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