(Verse 1)
Bottles and a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better make room, vroom hear the lambo (celebrate)
b*tch 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 chopper and artificial n*gg*s acting like b*tches it done started up a epidemic
It don’t make a difference, n*gg* we winning,I’m plenty grinning
A hundred million platinum f*cking you ain’t got to listen (celebrate)
You better step down to me, feel the dick b*tch open up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the dick honestly
I’m dope, b*tch, 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)
(Verse 2)
While I’m driving, I’m moon walking 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*cking 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*gg*s 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*gg*s got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little spanish b*tch that I call, my maricona
Joyner Lucas, b*tch, I’m hotter than a f*cking sauna
Yeah, I make you n*gg*s (elevate)
All you new n*gg*s don’t do it for me, look
b*tch, 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’ n*gg*s tried grabbing me (grabbing me)
Five foot five, boy, you n*gg*s like half of me
You don’t wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
Hard to make ’em happy, all these b*tches stay mad at me
I just might take her around to Applebee’s (Applebee’s)
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
(Verse 3:)
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 pu**y n*gg*s 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*ck
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 b*tch 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*ck ’bout their owners
n*gg*, look at my eyes, you ’bout to give me my bonus
And every motherf*cking record is a hit, if I record it (celebrate)
And every motherf*cking snitch up in this b*tch, 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*tches 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*gg*s
Hol’ up, I ain’t gotta pay to kill these n*gg*s
Time is money, need to f*ck around and bill these n*gg*s
Vet, so I’m finna good will these n*gg*s
I’ma kill these n*gg*s
I should grill these n*gg*s
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these n*gg*s
Oh sh*t, I’m the sh*t, you could smell me n*gg*
Brake ribs, yeah, you don’t want no real beef, n*gg*
I say As-sal?mu ?alaykum when I tear apart the bacon
Hoe, you acting like a pig, you f*cking filthy, n*gg*
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*gg*
(Verse 4)
They must’ve forgotten I’m pyscho
Oh you want war? Say no more
Turn your f*cking block into a light show (Joyner)
You better be sure, better be sure
I’m the realest n*gg*, 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*ck you want?
b*tch, I’m Irak
Listen n*gg*, mind your business, I’m so sick of n*gg*s telling me how I’ve been living my life
Sick of rubbing shoulders, now I’m running over every motherf*cker 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*tch keep hitting my line
It’s complicated, keep f*cking up with my main b*tch, giving it to the side b*tch 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 pu**y
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)
