[Intro]
Grrah, like, baow-baow
Like, still the face of the, grrah
War's too nasty
Like, still the face of the Bronx, like
Grrah, slide, baow-baow, like
Grrah, like, grrah, speed it up, hurry up
Speed it up, like, grrah-grrah, like
Grrah, grrah, like, grrah
Run it back, Turbo
Baow-baow, grrah

[Chorus]
Face—Face of the Bronx, I don't cap when I talk (Cap when I what?)
Like, know these n***as, they singin' our song (Baow-baow)
Hop Out Gang, put a Flock in the morgue (Morgue)
I like sippin' on mud, I just poured up a four
Bro—Brodie gon' click, he gon flock through the door (Grrah-grrah)
Shorty get neaky (Like), she toppin' it off (Toppin' it off)
Like, try to what, and I'm poppin' it off (Grrah)
Oo—Ooter go dumb, know he flockin' it off (Grrah-grrah)
Bi—Bitch I'm a demon, all thesе n***as soft (N***as soft)
Dumb wit' the deuce, I got 'еm runnin' off (Grrah)
Bro hit a shh, hit a opp, get 'em gone (Get 'em what?)
Bullets like shh, I could get out alone (Shh)
Head-Tap Gang, he can't answer the phone (Head-tap)
Ooter go kuu, I'ma do it alone (Ooter go what?)
Like, she a smooch, she go dumb on the bone (Dumb on the what?)
Sh—She throw it back and go dumb on her own (Dumb on her—)
[Verse]
Like, gotta smack a bitch, I got no manners (Got no what?)
Like, she gon' shake it on me like a dancer (Like a what?)
Wockhardt, AB poured 6 in a Fanta (In a Fanta)
Top car, brodie gon' speed in a panda (Skrrt-skrrt)
Like, I'm the one, call me Santa (Like)
Beam—Beam on the drum, leave 'em on a banner (Like)
Don't try to run, he get boomed wit' no camo (Look, grrah-grrah)
Brodie go, "Grrah," leave 'em flat on a banner (Like, what?)
Lotti gon shoot if he don't got a answer (Don't what?)
Like, bitch, I ball like AI, I'm the answer (I'm the what?)
Hop Out Gang, brodie givin' out cancer (Grrah-grrah)
Thottie get freaky, tryna keep my pants up (In my pants)
Smokin' on shh, too much, can't answer (I can't what?)
Goodbye, don't run, or get beat wit' the hammer (Don't run, don't run)
Light-skin bitch, two-tone, got a hammer (Got a what?)
Shawty get Becky, feel like she Montana (Like, what?)
Thottie want tongue but I tell her, "Have manners" (Have manners)
Put the switch on the gun, now he flyin' to Santa (Grrah, grrah)
Speed it up, I know that bitch is a dancer (Like, what?)
Geek it up, she taste some mud in the Fanta (Look)
Beat it up, she call the phone, I'ma answer (Like)
African king, bitch I feel like I'm Mansa (Grrah-grrah)
Like, she like, "Yus, you the goat, and you handsome"
Grrah, grrah
[Chorus]
Face—Face of the Bronx, I don't cap when I talk (Cap when I what?)
Like, know these n***as, they singin' our song (Grrah-grrah)
Hop Out Gang, put a Flock in the morgue (Don't run)
I like sippin' on mud, I just poured up a four (Shh)
Bro—Brodie gon' click, he gon flock through the door (Like)
Shorty get neaky (Like), she toppin' it off (Toppin' it off)
Like, try to what, and I'm poppin' it off (Grrah)
Oo—Ooter go dumb, know he flockin' it off (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Bi—Bitch I'm a demon, all these n***as soft (N***as soft)
Dumb wit' the deuce, I got 'em runnin' off (Grrah)
Bro hit a shh, hit a opp, get 'em gone (Get 'em what?)
Bullets like shh, I could get out alone (Shh)
Head-Tap Gang, he can't answer the phone (Head-tap)
Ooter go kuu, I'ma do it alone (Ooter go what?)
Like, she a smooch, she go dumb on the bone (Dumb on the what?)
Sh—She throw it back and go dumb on her own (Dumb on her—)

[Outro]
Grrah, still the face of the— slide