Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown – Stranger Things


Now choke, talk to the dick honestly
Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin’, why you mumblin’?
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown & Both]
Need to stop all that shit, talkin’ put the seat down
Lime green ‘rari, two twins, call ’em double mints
Givin’ it to the side bitch at the same damn time
Hoe, you actin’ like a pig, you fuckin’ filthy, nigga
A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar
Now I’m wakin’ up in cabanas ’cause she bad as fuck
Heard the chopper make ’em do the macarena
Break ribs, yeah, you don’t want no real beef, nigga
Hoe, you know I’m drippin’ with the sauce, ooh
All we do is win, you a loser to me
And all these bad bitches can’t keep their feet down (elevate)
Oh shit, I’m the shit, you could smell me, nigga
While I’m drivin’, I’m moonwalking in the sky
I’m fuckin’ tired of these losers
I don’t like when I lose (I don’t), if I don’t buy her them shoes, I don’t like those (regulate)
Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
Joyner, I don’t really feel these niggas
Chocolate chip and I relate to Jolly Ranchers
And all gorillas don’t want bananas ‘less your chain is tucked
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
When it’s summertime and the juice
You better be sure, better be sure
Vet, so I’m finna good will these niggas (celebrate)
I said da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga
Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
I’m dope, bitch, comin’ like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
I’m the realest nigga, that I know
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Get stuck inside of the cubics
It don’t make a difference, nigga, we winnin’, I’m plenty grinnin’
When the music, guess I’m alive and I use it
And all my life want the food

Hol’ up, I ain’t gotta pay to kill these niggas
On the corner
Watch you utter, stop stutterin’, what you spend? Let me double it
[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown]
Try to take me apart, they ain’t never wanna (celebrate)
And neighbors knockin’ on my door, what the fuck you want?
All you new niggas don’t do it for me, look (woah)
You don’t really wanna see Brown
Puttin’ my face in it, never wastin’ it
Bitch better believe that I’ma sniper (yeah)
Get the paper, I’ma (celebrate)
I just might take her ’round to Applebee’s (Applebee’s)
Stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Say no more Oh, you want war?
They must have forgot that I’m pyscho (jheeze)
I’ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
Bunch of lil niggas tried grabbin’ me (grabbin’ me)
You can’t give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
You duck and hide from the Rugers
You don’t wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
You know I’m ’bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
And every motherfuckin’ record, that’s a hit, I record it (celebrate)
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I’m guilty
Hard to make ’em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
Pretty with a face full of scars, all they did was build me up
And every motherfuckin’ snitch up in this bitch, they reported (celebrate)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas]
Bitch, I’m the professor, you a student to me, woah
And then I’ma proceed and play with the pussy
Now I’m poppin’, I’m poppin’, and your bitch keep hittin’ my line
With some shooters, we jump inside of the Buick
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross-criss, make you jump
It’s a matter of time ‘fore I lose it
Do anything that I want to it, think I’m gon’ dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)
A hundred million platinum, fuck it, you ain’t gotta listen (celebrate)
Nigga, look at my eyes, you ’bout to give me my bonus
Shut up before I spank you for actin’ up
Sick of rubbin’ shoulders, now I’m runnin’ over every motherfucker who ain’t wanna get in my ride
And strategize with the movement
You better step down to me, feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
Ain’t never had the shit in my side
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
Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
I’m so sick of niggas tellin’ me how I’ve been livin’ my life
Save a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
Bottles and a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Don’t wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
Better make room, vroom hear the Lambo (celebrate)

I never lie but the truth is
You paid your way for this fade and can’t even afford it
I’m takin’ a knee for my side, could give a fuck ’bout they owners
Turn your fuckin’ block into a light show (Joyner)
Bitch, I’m Irak (jheeze)
And I’m so bored, I might switch cars
Like you have a label, call the doctor
I was watchin’, you was shoppin’
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I’m hotter than a fuckin’ sauna
It’s complicated, fuckin’ up with my main bitch
You know I don’t keep my cape on a hoodie
Pop up with the chopper and artificial niggas actin’ like bitches, it done started up a epidemic
But I give a Uzi, it’s a doozie, make a movie if you’re actin’, so (celebrate)
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
But I’d rather die than to lose
I’ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
Seventy-five mil’, look at me now (celebrate)
Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
If all you pussy niggas my kids are in trouble then
All you niggas sweet as candy
Listen, nigga, mind your business
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas