Whole lotta gang shit. Oh uh ugh ayy yo Chun. Ayy yo Chun. We back on that Coco shit nigga number one uh. Whole lotta gang shit. Haha every bitch bloodclaat you heard me. Oh ayy yo uh Brooklyn!. Kick for my stomach let's go!. Yo!. He got me like a coco yeah uh la coco. Ellas 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 them things fling. Niggas 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 nigga 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. He got me like a coco yeah uh la coco. Ellas 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 them things fling. Niggas 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 fuck we at? Flatbush Bed-Stuy. That's my word to Big I'ma murder them rasclats. All black Chloe straps [?] skully to the back. Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dirty that. [?]  back like I never left. Went down when I come 'round all y'all bitches bow down. King fox King Kong back on my Trini nigga. Valentino bling thong all y'all bitches duck me fuck. Nick come fuck it up bad gyal a back it up. Coco 'pon my foot dem C's pon my [?]. [?]. [?]. The bloodclaat [?]. Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs. [...]. Gun slingers let me see y'all gun fingers. Y'all bitches dick riders. Little Nicki's little Inga [?]. He got me like a coco yeah uh la coco. Ellas 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 them things fling. Niggas 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 me I can fuck up the place I'm 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. Unless they ever do it tell' em fi recognize. On a? dem fi fi real vibes. They call me Mrs. Bitch but I don't miss bitch. Got real shooters better D up guys. Who me? I'm physically fine. Who she? It's like we know she dyin'. Bitch ain't see the board in 2017. Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine. All these jealous bitches on the jelly team. Keepin' it a hundred that's a jelly bean. Uh uh-uh uh-uh. Uh uh-uh uh-uh