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