Текст песни
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)
