Whole lotta gang Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo Ayy yo We back on that Coco shit number one, uh Whole lotta gang Haha, bitch bloodclaat, you heard me Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn! Kick for my stomach, go! Yo!
He got me like a coco, yeah uh la Ellas quieren coco, y yo trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po Numero uno, me llama Pull up in them things and them things fling Niggas know my ring, and it go "ding-ding" If I get an inkling, the thing'll Ain't 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting
Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then in the back of it If I tell 'em eat food, then they a snack of it If they take your cocaine then they a crack of it If they your gold chain then they make a plaque of it we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it Put a couple racks on it, they gon' put the on it
She got the Nicki bundles, worth a on it That's word to Brook' now, word to Bucktown That's word to Harlem World, out to uptown You I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em That's word to southside, Jamaica, on 'em I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad on 'em I never scale back, the triple on 'em My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang on 'em I up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em A nigga greased on 'em, but ice on 'em I light breezed on 'em, I might on 'em Might do it like it's Christmas and trees on 'em I see the copycats my steez on 'em
He got me like a coco, yeah uh la Ellas quieren coco, y yo Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck po-po Numero uno, me Yoko Pull up in them thing things and things fling Niggas know my ring, and it go "ding-ding" If I get an inkling, the thing'll talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting
Gimme some bloodclaat Brooklyn where the we at? Flatbush, That's my word to Big, I'ma murder rasclats All black Chloe straps, caliento to the back my ratchet at? Come make me dirty that spit on my chest, back I never left Went when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down King fox, King Kong, on my Trini, nigga Valentino bling thong, all y'all duck me, fuck Nick, come it up, bad gyal a back it up Coco 'pon my foot dem, C's pon my Pretty red boots, see box but I never see them chop They say try I-I-I-I
The bloodclaat this, them up my day bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs On my clip, blue get hooked in bright eyes Gun slingers, let me see gun fingers Y'all bitches riders Nicki's, little Inga
He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco Ellas coco, y yo tampoco Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po uno, me llama Yoko Pull up in them things and them things fling know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding" If I get an inkling, the sing-sing Ain't 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting
plus one is me, young Chun And me, I can fuck up the place, I'm So tell 'em run, and bring a lump sum Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, to young guns Put your up Unless they ever do it, tell' em fi On a dem fi fi real vibes call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch Got shooters, better D up, guys Who me? I'm physically Who she? like we know she dyin' Bitch see the board in 2017 Had to drop Queen on 'em a guillotine All these jealous bitches on the team Keepin' it a hundred, a jelly bean Uh, uh-uh, Uh, uh-uh,