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