Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown - Stranger Things

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 Micheal (elevate)
While I’m driving, I’m moon walking in the sky
Say shooters be jumping inside
To be with you, duck
, 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 heard the chopper make 'em
All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip
and I relate to Jolly Ranchers, bubblegum and watermelon flavored