Wise Guy

[Verse]
Wise guy like Sammy Sosa (Yeah)
I ain't lookin' for no employment, I didn't get no diploma (Trust)
I'm in the trap with yola (Yeah)
Bicarb, a little ammonia (Little ammonia)
Anchor was doing us well 'til 12 came through and locked the bros up (Woo)
Free them, **** is like ten years older than me, what a fuckin' joker
Slide 'round with a super soaker
Duck down, you might get soaked up (Boom, boom, boom)
I don't know what you put in your spliff
Let's just pray it ain't coca (Pray it ain't coca)
Last time that we met in the club
Had you on the ropes like Adrien Broner (Pussy)
I ain't leaving the maggie like Homer (Don't)
Slide round in a bruck Toyota, make the ting pop like cola (Baow)
Last time that we met in real life
Man, you had a different persona (Different persona)
Big ting still kickin' like Sterling
I ain't firin' a little revolver (Yeah, grr)
This game is mine, look what I did for the culture (See)
Paigons say I blew too quick
They think that I'm working over ya (Workin' over ya)
I ain't playin' no games like PlayStation
See, me, I'm a front line soldier
I do a murder, 187, then dip
I heard that I can't get nicked in Angola
I pull your card, you prick, you can't take me for no rookie
It's Dutch from the 5th, I swing my right arm, get jookie
Don't know what they told you in fields
But 'round here, I'm a top boy like Sully (Top five, top five, top five)
Bought two new watches, made both of them gold, right there in my jewelry (Baow)
Yo, what's goodie?
Get dropped when I put on my hoodie (My hoodie)
I'm known to bully the bully, Velli, I get active fully (Get active fully)
I load up and roll up,like a bloodclaat zoobie (Yeah)
My ting from East came through, so I gave her the bloodclaat woody
Breaking news (Extra, extra)
Don't mention me in your blogs
You might not pop up and make your moves
The judge tried fuck up a plate of food (Uh)
They wanna write me off like I'm Jesus, I'm—
I can't care 'bout these popped-out eediats
Big clip firin' thirty-two (Grr)
I'm, I'm richer than all these yutes (Facts)
Drop ten, they gon' spin back through
No way could we call it truce (No)
It was all cool last week, they did this all for views (Uh)
I get the drop, it's peak
Fling on my shirt and my bloodclaat shoes (Yeah)
Get 'round there, when we get 'round there, it's gonna be a mad ting
Drive around H-Town with Geezy
Remember when we went halves on the hand ting
Still pushing with these neeks same way
No way all the pressure in the mandem
I'll pull up with a suttin' on side like Bannon
It's Dutch from the 5th side, straight out of Clapton
Used to be this skinny little nigga with an accent
Now I got the Louis rucksack with the racks in
Fly around Europe, tryna evade taxes
Racks in the bank, got racks in the mattress
Might get a dome shot tryna get access
I don't think they don't know nothin' bout badness
I was in Dam, I was in Paris, 'cognito, slide up in a Urus
Jump out, shots firin' rapid
I got nine more shots in the cannon, get down
Or lay down
'Cause I'm tryna put down anyone standin', Velli