Psh

[Intro: Mojo Margiela]

(Psh, just fucking do it)

(Supposed to be on the hook)

(Psh, ugh)

(Pass me, ugh)

[Hook: Just Juice]

Pass me the “Psh”

Too high when I land

Can’t match my fly ‘til I’m like, “Pss”

You, me, my Bugatti

Drain the three, not talkin’ “Swish”

Don’t stare at my jewelry, baby

You could catch a seize in my backseat

Don’t ask what heat I’m packing

Pass me the “Psh”

Too high when I land

Can’t match my fly ‘til I’m like, “Pss”

You, me, my Bugatti

Drain the three, not talkin’ “Swish”

Don’t stare at my jewelry, baby

You could catch a seize in my backseat

Don’t ask what heat I’m packing

[Verse: Just Juice]

Hop out the ‘Gatti

Go tell ‘em I’m godly

Life of the party the second I walk in

Louis and Gucci, believe that I’m rocking

I strip a whole hoe out of her stocking

Stuff that trick in the back of the ‘Bach where the blunt got lit

Juice and Mojo, love that clique

Call her Studio Booty, don’t love that chick

Hoe say, “Don’t swerve me please”

Okay, don’t say you earned this D

Your chain don’t swing, it rests in peace

Your bank like an emergency

I’m not you, but I wouldn’t wanna be

Got you on whatever you need

Please don’t bang my line or email no more

That’s my final detail (Juice)

[Hook: Just Juice]

Pass me the “Psh”

Too high when I land

Can’t match my fly ‘til I’m like, “Pss”

You, me, my Bugatti

Drain the three, not talkin’ “Swish”

Don’t stare at my jewelry, baby

You could catch a seize in my backseat

Don’t ask what heat I’m packing

Pass me the “Psh”

Too high when I land

Can’t match my fly ‘til I’m like, “Pss”

You, me, my Bugatti

Drain the three, not talkin’ “Swish”

Don’t stare at my jewelry, baby

You could catch a seize in my backseat

Don’t ask what heat I’m packing

[Verse: Just Juice]

Somebody yell, “Blocka, blocka!”

I might (I might)

Tear your block up (block up)

Don’t be scared to walk up

Top me down

I might spark up (spark up)

Your shorty lit, what a tree to bark up

Hundreds, fifties

What she wants, I’ll toss up

Call me pretty now, A.S.A.P. (Flacko)

I run the city like Ferg in Harlem

Burning Big L’s, my crew been ballers

Chains dangle like a tinted Impala

Just Juice, that ain’t all that I stock up

Mojo with me from the booth to the Garden

Been down, now I’m up like a column

Been ‘round, bet they tell you I’m awesome

All about the chips

I bag and lay every chick regardless what they had to say

[Hook: Just Juice]

Pass me the “Psh”

Too high when I land

Can’t match my fly ‘til I’m like, “Pss”

You, me, my Bugatti

Drain the three, not talkin’ “Swish”

Don’t stare at my jewelry, baby

You could catch a seize in my backseat

Don’t ask what heat I’m packing

Pass me the “Psh”

Too high when I land

Can’t match my fly ‘til I’m like, “Pss”

You, me, my Bugatti

Drain the three, not talkin’ “Swish”

Don’t stare at my jewelry, baby

You could catch a seize in my backseat

Don’t ask what heat I’m packing

[Outro: Mojo Margiela]

(Burp)

(Oh, nah)

(Psh)

(Pass me)

(Don’t ask if me I’m packing)

(Yes, I’m packing)