text: Whole lotta gang shit
  Beatzz
  Oh, uh, ugh, ayo, Chun, uh, ayo, Chun
  We back on that Coco shit, nigga, number one, uh
  Whole lotta gang shit
  Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, girl
  Oh, ayo, uh, Brooklyn!
  Kick for my stomach, lets go!
  Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco
  Ellos quieren coco, y yo tampoco
  Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po
  Numero 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 a inkling, the thingll sing-sing
  Aint talkin’ bout the singer, the thingll sting-sting
  Ayo, if Im 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 making crack of it
  If they yap your gold chain, then they make a plaque of it
  No, 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, word to Stack on it
  Thats word to Brooknam, thats 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
  Im mad Queens on em, runn 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 
  Hunnit degrees on em, but I freeze on em
  A light breeze on em, I might breeze on em
  Might do it like its Christmas and light trees on em
  I see the copycats bitin my steez on em
  Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco
  Ellos quieren coco, y yo tampoco
  Never trust a broke hoe, dont fuck with po-po
  Numero 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 a inkling, the thingll sing-sing
  Aint talkin bout the singer, the thingll sting-sting
  Gimme some bloodclaat, gunshot
  Brooklyn, where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
  Thats my word to Big, Ima murder them rasclaats
  All black Chloe straps, gally Ima skully to the back
  Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
  Puss dem I chat bout, back like I never left
  Man down when I come round, all yall bitches bow down
  King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, nigga
  Valentino bling thong, all yall bitches duck me, fuck
  Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal a back it up
  Coco pon my foot dem, Cs pon my likkle pretty red bow
  See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chugh!
  Pussy whine chime, ay, ay, ay, ay
  The bloodclaat this, the Moet let me die
  Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
  Im on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen day-days 
  Gun slingers, let me see yall gun fingers
  Yall bitches dick riders
  Little Nickis, little Ingas, woah!
  Yo, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco
  Ellos quieren coco, y yo tampoco
  Never trust a broke hoe, dont fuck with po-po
  Numero 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 a inkling, the thingll sing-sing
  Aint talkin bout the singer, the thingll sting-sting
  Foxy plus one, its me, young Chun
  And we ah-guh fuck up the place and done
  So tell em run, come and bring a lump sum
  Ayo Fox, they dont make us or break us, word to young guns
  Put your hands up
  Illest to ever do it, tell em Fe recognize
  Unuh Kartel, dem fi free up Vybz?
  They call me Ms. Bitch, but I dont miss, bitch
  Got real shooters, better D up, guys
  Who me? Im physically fine
  Who she? Inside we know she dyin
  Bitch aint see Billboard in 2017
  Had to drop Queen on em like a guillotine
  All these jealous bitches on the jelly team
  Keepin it a hundred, thats a jelly bean
  Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh 
  Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh