WOAH

Ayy, yo, Big Bronx, Big Bx I got all these bitches talkin' on my name, that's a reflex Sayin' that I'm way too fire, can't fuck with me, I'ma eject The way that I be spittin' bars, like who the fuck gon' be next? (Who gon' be next?) Hold up, hold up, hold up (Who gon' be next?) Hold up, hold up Let me talk my shit (Who gon' be next?) Look, look Let me see you shake it, pop it, drop it, get to the floor I see you tryna cop it, watch it, girl, you gotta go And when I step up in the spot, you know I set the tone The way she backin' up, backin' up, she got me sayin' "Woah" (Woah), "Woah" (Woah) "Woah" (Woah), "Woah" (Woah) "Woah" (Woah), "Woah" (Woah) "Woah" (Woah), "Woah" (Woah) Ayy, let me get my Glock, all my dogs 'bout to pop Bitches fuckin' up the vibe, tell 'em meet me at the top I be runnin' through the six with my woes With my woes, oh, oh, oh, oh Who gon' be next? Let me talk my shit Who gon' be next? Look Let me see you shake it, pop it, drop it, get to the floor I see you tryna cop it, watch it, girl, you gotta go And when I step up in the spot, you know I set the tone The way she backin' up, backin' up, she got me sayin' "Woah" (Woah), "Woah" (Woah) "Woah" (Woah), "Woah" (Woah) "Woah" (Woah), "Woah" (Woah) "Woah" (Woah), "Woah" (Woah)