Brrt (yeah)
Brrt (yeah), brrt
Brrt (yeah), brrt
Brrt, brrt
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Good in the Bronx, boy, I'm good where you ain't
Boy, you good with the Josh, boy, I'm good with the Drac'
Pulled this bitch out my BAPE, you get put in yo' place
Yeah, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Milita, this shit a global takeover
You know what the fuck goin' on, man (you're not makin' this easy, Kyle)
Droppin' ash on my shirt, high as hell, spillin' soda
Number one seed every year, Villanova
Lil' gang caught hats they ain't come with diplomas (ah)
Purple thigh pads on, Minnesota
Good in the Bronx (yeah)
Good where you ain't, boy, you good with the Josh
Boy, I'm good with the Drac' (brrt)
Pulled this bitch out my BAPE, you get put in yo' place
Full of dead man, dead man 'Wood, this an eighth
I just called hangtime
Three fizzy, three five, I'ma face mine
We gon' slide, moonlight to the daytime
Splashed up, boy, I'll let some pape' fly
Shit, yo' lane dry
Unk in the kitchen, masked up with the K9
Seen my mans try to cross me, all them fake vibes
Had to stand over dog like AI
If you got some real pape', go 'head, say, "I"
(Shit, say, "I")
(If you got some real pape', then say, "I")
(Shit, say, "I")
(If you got some real pape', shit, say, "I")
Good in the Bronx (yeah)
Good where you ain't, boy, you good with the Josh
Boy, I'm good with the Drac' (brrt)
Pulled this bitch out my BAPE, you get put in yo' place
Full of dead man, dead man 'Wood, this an eighth
I just called hangtime
Three fizzy, three five, I'ma face mine
We gon' slide, moonlight to the daytime
Splashed up, boy, I'll let some pape' fly
Shit, yo' lane dry
Unk in the kitchen, masked up with the K9
Seen my mans try to cross me, all them fake vibes
Had to stand over dog like AI
If you got some real pape', go 'head, say, "I"
(Shit, say, "I")
(If you got some real pape', then say, "I")
(Shit, say, "I")
(If you got some real pape', shit, say, "I")
Good in the Bronx (yeah)
Good where you ain't, boy, you good with the Josh
Boy, I'm good with the Drac' (brrt)
Pulled this bitch out my BAPE, you get put in yo' place
Full of dead man, dead man 'Wood, this an eighth
(Like, grrah)
Double G60, keep it on my feet
Keep a double B, quick to always keep the heat
I'm just stackin' blue hunnids, I be keepin' peace
Like, grrah
Never didn't do nothin', cannot chill with me
On the run to the money, I just gotta eat
And I feel like I'm Uzi vibin' to the beat
Like, grrah
Shit, sad, I gotta stop
These niggas politicin' with no guap
Like, niggas be mad we almost at the top
It be the ones who around, that shit'll get you shot
I still walk with a Crip and pockets full of knots
And I'm still on the same block, was never hard to find
Just like Whitney and Bobby
Keisha and Tommy, just be by my side
Like, just let me know if you ridin', is you on timin' like it's do or die
Like, I wonder why, why these niggas keep cappin' and rappin' inside of these rhymes?
Like, I mix the fashion, like Louis, no Lavin
These Dior's got me in my prime
Like, we spin out, we lookin' for parkin', and Tron gon' spark it, we don't need a pipe
Good in the Bronx
Good where you ain't, boy, you good with the Josh
Boy, I'm good with the Drac' (brrt)
Pulled this bitch out my BAPE, you get put in yo' place
Full of dead man, dead man 'Wood, this an eighth
Full of dead man, dead man 'Wood, this an eighth
Pulled this bitch out my BAPE, you get put in yo' place
Full of dead man, dead man 'Wood, this an eighth
