Stranger Things Lyrics - Joyner Lucas

[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'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 

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

Hunnid 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) 

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[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 

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 

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 fuckin' sauna 

Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate) 

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

Bitch I'm a 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 

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[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 you 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 e'ry 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 show 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 

Ho, 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 

[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 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 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)