Whole lotta gang shit Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo Chun Ayy yo Chun We back on that Coco shit nigga number one, uh Whole lotta gang shit Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you heard me Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn! Kick for my stomach, let's go! Yo! Yo, llévame a la coco, yeah a la coco Ellos quieren coco, y yo tampoco Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po Número uno, me llama Yoko Pull up in them thing things, and let them things fling Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding” If I get an inkling, the thing'll sing-sing Ain't talkin’ 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it If they take your cocaine then they make a crack of it If they grab your gold chain then they make a plaque of it Know we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it Put a couple racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it She got the Nicki bundles, worth a stack on it That's word to Brook' now, that’s word to Bucktown That’s word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown You know I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on ’em That's word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em I'm mad Queens on ’em, with mad schemes on 'em I never scale back, the triple beams on 'em My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em I pull up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em A nigga greased on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em I light breezed on 'em, I might breeze on 'em Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em Yo, llévame a la coco, yeah a la coco Ellos quieren coco, y yo tampoco Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po Número uno, me llama Yoko Pull up in them thing things, and let them things fling Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding” If I get an inkling, the thing'll sing-sing Ain't talkin’ 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots Brooklyn where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclats All black Chloe straps, gally I'ma skully to the back Fuck where my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that People said my cheque broke, back like I never left Man down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, nigga Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me, fuck Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal a back it up Coco 'pon my foot dem, C's pon my likkle pretty red bow See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chugh Pussy wan' try I I I Ya bloodclaat dis the morale of the day Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs I'm on my clip blue jip been hurtin' guys Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers Y'all bitches dick riders Little Nicki's, little Inga talk Yo, llévame a la coco, yeah a la coco Ellos quieren coco, y yo tampoco Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po Número uno, me llama Yoko Pull up in them thing things, and let them things fling Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding” If I get an inkling, the thing'll sing-sing Ain't talkin’ 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting Foxy plus one is me, young Chun And we, are gon' fuck the di place and done So tell 'em run, come and bring a lump sum Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, word to young guns (Put your hands up) Illest to ever do it, tell' em fi recognize On a can't tell, dem fi fake vibes They call me Mrs. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch Got real shooters, better D up, guys Who me? I'm physically fine Who she? It's like we know she dyin' Bitch ain't see the board in 2017 Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine All these jealous bitches on the jelly team Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly bean Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh