With it I'm steppin' like shoes

I got the juice, it's wishy, Fresh off the yard

Clutching this glizzy, I call it Giuseppe, cause with it, I'm steppin' like shoes

My name in the wind, got me ready to sin with this Glock, I'ma blow like a flute

Smart as it gets, I go dumb with the chopstick, I'm tryna knock out some screws

Never been a rat, bitch, or pussy and mama ain't raise no fool

Tough when they deep, but they really be sweet, got me looking at em like some food

Ain't with the talkin, my gun do the Barkin, Don't get this shit misconstrued

Pop at my target, Now he off the market, but they thought your boy was a mute

Ain't nothing sweet about Wishy, they might call me Bishop, now, I got the juice

Hot like the sun, but I'm smoking on Pink Runtz to help me keep my cool

In the city, I keep me a vibe, who gets to the money, and head game a fool

She got a code n a conduct to follow for wishy, she breaking the rules

My type of vibe that's gon' walk in the Blackstone, bring out a couple of tools

She only fuck with the bosses and **** with motion who really got pull

She taking notes on whatever I tell her n move when I tell her to move

Fly like Aladdin, n smoother than Satin, so I keep her wet like a pool

She count the fives, the tens, the twenties, while I count the fifties and blues

Fresh as the fuck in my trap, and I'm ducked off New Alexander's, I'm hittin' the duck walk

Mad cause I stay talking chicken, cluck talk, just made a play, now I'm hittin' the plug walk

Stepping on **** for all of that dumb talk, ain't with the talkin, but I let the guns talk

Can't name a fight where I lost with my gun drawn, can't name a time where I fought and my gun lost

Get active, still get punched on, always on point, anybody get dumped on

Swingin' the stick like I play for the RedSox, Try n trick me, you could end up a dead fox

I turn your white tee into a red top, murder this shit, put the beat in the headlock

I keep that shit, that's gon' splatt n make head drops, Tryna leave em hanging like a dreadlock

Clutching this glizzy, I call it Giuseppe, cause with it, I'm steppin' like shoes

My name in the wind, got me ready to sin with this Glock, I'ma blow like a flute

Smart as it gets, I go dumb with the chopstick, I'm tryna knock out some screws

Never been a rat, bitch, or pussy and mama ain't raise no fool

Tough when they deep, but they really be sweet, got me looking at em like some food

Ain't with the talkin, my gun do the Barkin, Don't get this shit misconstrued

Pop at my target, Now he off the market, but they thought your boy was a mute

Ain't nothing sweet about Wishy, they might call me Bishop, nah, I got the juice

Don't give a fuck, and they know that's the Fendi

Etiquette proper, got me looking preppy

Thick lil' vibe, shaking ass like jelly

What's in my pocket, it look like confetti

I'm the one scheming like I Machiavelli

I'm the one been had the sauce like spaghetti

Hopped out the cut but them boys wasn't ready

Swingin that choppa, it sing like Nelly (hlrdd)

Try to compare, but they ain't nothing like me

Saying it's up, but they still trying to type me

Send your ass up to the moon, Tryna sightsee

All you gonna see when I pop off is white teeth

Catching me lackin' is really unlikely

Action, I'll shoot a movie, Spike Lee

Feeling like Gucci and Waka, Bite me

I make em swim with the fishes, Pisces

Binary ARP hit like a fully

Back on my bullshit, I'm back on my bully

Claiming they vets out here moving like rookies

They want attention, boy, them **** pussy

Just bought a new Choppa, came with a steak knife

Trying to catch em loafin' on a late night

Knowin' when this Choppa blow, they gonna take flight

Cards in my hand, and I just gotta play right

Empty ass threats, **** told me it's on sight

Told you them fuck **** sweet like a Klondike

I keep that bitch on me, ****, who gon' fight

Dog on my hip, and I promise it's gon' bite

Play with this shit and be walking on thin ice

**** wait till they be dyin' to live right

Step with this FN got blood on my off-white

Real **** multiply, that mean we don't die

Clutching this glizzy, I call it Giuseppe, cause with it, I'm steppin' like shoes

My name in the wind, got me ready to sin with this Glock, I'ma blow like a flute

Smart as it gets, I go dumb with the chopstick, I'm tryna knock out some screws

Never been a rat, bitch, or pussy and mama ain't raise no fool

Tough when they deep, but they really be sweet, got me looking at em like some food

Ain't with the talkin, my gun do the Barkin, Don't get this shit misconstrued

Pop at my target, Now he off the market, but they thought your boy was a mute

Ain't nothing sweet about Wishy, they might call me Bishop, now, I got the juice

Don't give a fuck, Don't give a fuck

I got the juice,Tell em it's up

Don't give a fuck, ****

I got the juice, Tell em it's up

I got the juice, Tell em it's up