| My girl got mad 'cause she thought I said my ex on my back |
| Haha, nah I said the X on my back, yo |
| (Hesami!) |
| X what up? |
| It’s GORRRDO! |
| It’s a Bronx thing, fuck yeah (BX) |
| I’m the Don King, I’m up here (Woo!) |
| Just washin' my knife, a lot of stuff here |
| We buy from the Heights, then cut it up here (Right) |
| Every week we workin' |
| Once you reach then the heats’ll surface (True) |
| Can’t buy blocks if the streets is purchased |
| They’ll toe tag you, that defeats the purpose (Get it?) |
| Might 'em sleep in the bag like they in camp with me (Damn!) |
| Just bring his moms and his aunt to me (Damn!) |
| Y’all buggin, he just ant to me (Haha) |
| That used to run to the garden, Carmelo Anthony (Woo!) |
| Joe askin' the Bronx who can rap for the throne (What up boy?) |
| Told Crack, me and Axel Leon (That's right) |
| Black bandana on the back of the chrome (Bla-ouw!) |
| Better leave them rappers alone, huh |
| Who would’ve thought that the Bronx come to life |
| We’d celebrate with a toast |
| And let it off in the night? |
| We let the shit light up |
| Even when the cops come round |
| We gon' make the shit light up |
| (Ayo, make this shit light up, look) |
| Even when the cops come round |
| We gon' make it blow |
| Uh, even when the cops come, the Eagle lift 'em off the block |
| Leave him where his pops from, Tommy draws, Tom Ford |
| Tommy got a Tommy, they say Tommy got a shotgun |
| I’m Tom Cruise, brown leather bomber, call me Top Gun |
| Timbs on, Bronx bomber nigga on a iPhone |
| Trappin', I be trappin' hope the Feds ain’t tappin' my phone |
| Pretty V, leather seats from Italy like Calzone |
| Brand new, like literally, no miles on, VROOM! |
| I’m young, I don’t say my age 'cause they say I’m agin' |
| But I booked stages after stages like ya favorite agent |
| I made arrangements with a angel that look Asian |
| But I’m on the major (?) with a Asian that I met at Angels |
| Fuck that, I wasn’t shit from the jump |
| Grip tits, pinch nipples, fuck bitches and front |
| Pink slip, whip drips while I’m grippin' the pump |
| Out the window like this isn’t a stunt |
| Them Bronx niggas make it light up… |
| Who would’ve thought that the Bronx come to life |
| We’d celebrate with a toast |
| And let it off in the night? |
| We let the shit light up |
| Even when the cops come round |
| We gon' make the shit light up |
| Even when the cops come round |
| We gon' make it blow |