Whole lotta gang sh*t
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo Chun
Ayy yo Chun
We back on that Coco sh*t n*gga number one, uh
Whole lotta gang sh*t
Haha, every b*tch 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 f*ck with po-po
Número uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things, and let them things fling
n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 f*ck with po-po
Número uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things, and let them things fling
n*ggas 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 f*ck 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
f*ck 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 b*tches bow down
King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, n*gga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all b*tches duck me, f*ck
Nick, come f*ck 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
pus*y wan' try I I I
Ya bloodclaat dis the morale of the day
Them b*tches 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 b*tches di*k 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 f*ck with po-po
Número uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things, and let them things fling
n*ggas 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' f*ck 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. b*tch, but I don't miss, b*tch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically fine
Who she? It's like we know she dyin'
b*tch ain't see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine
All these jealous b*tches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh