Bottles in a bucket full of ice “yeah”
Better make a room, vroom hear the lambo “celebrate”
B—h better believe that I’m a sniper “yeah”
You know I’m about to take you from your man tho “celebrate”
Pop up with the chopper at artificial w—s acting like b—s it done started up an epidemy
It don’t make a difference, w—a we winning, I’m plenty grinnin’
Hunnid million platinum f—k it, you ain’t gotta listen “celebrate”
You better step down to me, feel the d—k b—h open up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the d—k honestly
I’m ****, b—h cuming like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo “celebrate”
I don’t like when I lose “I don’t” if I don’t buy her dem 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 driving, I’m moonwalkin’ in the sky with some shooters
We jumping inside the buick
You duck & 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 but the truth is
I’m f—g 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
It’s a matter of time ‘fore i lose it
And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t-t
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 did was build me up
Tryna 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 w—s sweet as candy, chocolate chip and now or later,
Jolly Ranchers stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavor
Get the paper i’ma “celebrate”
On the corner
Heard you w—s got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish b—h I call her maricona
Cyril Wayne, b—h, I’m hotter than a f—g sauna
Yeah, I make you w—s “elevate”
All you new w—s don’t do it for me, look
B—h, 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 want to talk ‘bout battle me “Wayne”
You can’t give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil’ w—s tryna grabbing me “grabbing me”
Five foot five, boy, you w—s like half of me
You don’t wanna see the other side of me
Hard to make ’em happy, all these b—s stay mad at me
I just might take her outta Applebee’s “Applebee’s”
Give her long d—k and a strawberry daiquiri
All the Cheesecake Factory bubbling, why you mumbling?
What you utter, stop stuttering
What you spin, let me double it
Lime green ‘Rari, two twins, call ’em double mints
If all you p—y w—s my kids, I’m in trouble then
Shut up before I spank you for acting up
Now I’m waking up in cabanas, cuz b—s bad as f—k
And all gorillas don’t want bananas, unless your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap
You cross me, make you jump
I criss cross with the pump
Ain’t no bricks in the trunk
Leave that **** for the chumps
I still get what I want
Don’t wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
I’m taking a knee for my side, could give a f—k ’bout their owners
w—s, look at my eyes, you ’bout to give me my bonus
And every m———g record that’s a hit, I record it “celebrate”
And every m———g b—h up in this b—h they report it “celebrate”
You pay your way for this fade, and you can’t even afford it
Seventy-five mill, look at me now “celebrate”
And, all these bad b—s can’t keep their feet down “elevate”
You don’t really wanna see Wayne
Need to stop all that **** talking, put the seat down
Yo, I don’t really feel these w—s
Hol’ up, I ain’t gotta pay to kill these w—s
Time is money, need to **** around and bill these w—s
Vet, so I’m finna go with these w—s “ah ah auuuu”
I’ma smell these w—s
I should grill these w—s
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these w—s
Oh ****, I’m the ****, you could smell me w—a
Break ribs, yeah, you don’t wanna real beef, w—a
I say Asalam Alaikum when I tear apart some bacon
Hoe, you acting like a pig, you f——g filthy, w—a
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I’m guilty
I say da da da da da, come and kill me w—a
They must’ve forgotten I’m a pyscho
Oh you want war? Say no more
Turn your f——g block into a light show
You better be sure, better be sure
I’m the realest w—a that I know
And I’m so bored, I might switch cars
Saved a lotta money on Geico
And neighbors knocking on my door,
-“what the f—k you want?”
B—h, I’m alright
Listen w—a, mind your business, I’m so sick of w—s telling me how I been livin’ my life
Sick of bumping shoulders, now I’m running over every m———r who ain’t wanna get in my ride
I was watching, you were shopping
Ain’t never had the **** of my size
Now I’m popping, I’m popping, your b—h keep hitting my line
It’s complicated f——g up with my main b—h giving it to the side b—h at the same damn time
Put it my face and never wasting it, I’ma lay in it, hit it, hit it, one more time
And I’ma proceed and play with the p—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”