Drake & Josh (feat. Dougie B)

Brr (yeah)
Brr (yeah), brr
Brr (yeah), brr
Brr (yeah), brr
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Good in the Bronx, boy, I'm good, where you at?
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

Drop an ash on my shirt, high as hell, spillin' soda
Number one seed every year, Villanova
Lil' gang caught hats then come with the 'plomas (ah)
Purple thigh pads on, Minnesota

Good in the Bronx (yeah)
Good where you at? Boy, you good with the Josh
Boy, I'm good with the Drac' (brr)
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'm a faze mind
We gon' slide, moonlight to the daytimes
Splashed up, boy, I'll let some pape' fly
Shit, yo' lane dry

Unk in the kitchen, masked up with the K9
See my mans tryna 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 at? Boy, you good with the Josh
Boy, I'm good with the Dracs' (brr)
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'm a faze mind
We gon' slide, moonlight to the daytimes
Splashed up, boy, I'll let some pape' fly
Shit, yo' lane dry

Unk in the kitchen, masked up with the K9
See my mans tryna 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 at? Boy, you good with the Josh
Boy, I'm good with the Dracs' (brr)
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 beat, always keep the heat
I just stack the blue hunnids, I be keeping peace
Like, grrah
Never didn't do nothing, cannot chill with me
On the run to the money, I just gotta eat
And I feel like I'm Uzi vibing to the beat

Like, grrah
Shit, sad, I gotta stop
These niggas politickin' with no guap
Like, niggas be mad we almost at the top
It be the ones who around, that shit, it 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 Thomas, just be by my side

Like, just let me know if you riding, is you on timing 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 lavish
These Dior's got me in my prime
Like, we spin out, we lookin' for parking, and Tron gon' spark it, we don't need a pipe

Good in the Bronx (yeah)
Good where you at? Boy, you good with the Josh
Boy, I'm good with the Drac' (brr)
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