Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown - Stranger Things

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)
While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalking 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 in 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 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 never 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, stick to 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)