Hold up the gangstas Uh, uh, uh, ay yo Chon Uh, ay yo Chon We back on the coco shit, nigga number one Hold up the gangstas Every bitch, blood clot Uh, ay yo, uh, Brooklyn King Flex, let's go, let's go baby Mami a la coco, ella a la coco Ellos quieren coco, ninja tampoco Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with poco Numero uno, me llamo Yoko Pull up in them ding-dings, and let them things swing Niggas know my name ring, and they go ding-ding If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing Ain't talkin' bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sing Ay yo, if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it If I tell them eat food, then they make a snack of it If they take your cocaine, then they make a crack of it If they have your gold chain, then they make a plaque of it No, we never lack on it, run up with the Mack 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 worth a Brooknom, that's worth a Bucktown That's worth a Harlem world, shout out to Uptown You know I shine on them, I spray sheen on them That's worth a Southside, Jamaica queens on them I'm mad queens on them, I'm mad schemes on them I never scale back, the triple beams on them My ice creams on them, Wu-Tang creams on them I pull up on the block bumpin' Biggie dreams on them Hundred degrees on them, my ice freeze on them A light breeze on them, I'm Mike Breeze on them Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on them I see the copycats bitin' my Steve's on them They call me a la coco, yeah a la coco Ellos quieren coco, y yo tampoco Never trust a broke ho, don't fuck with Boco Numero uno, me llamo Yoko Pull up in them ding-dings, and let them things swing Niggas know my name ring, and they go ding-ding If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing Ain't talkin' bout the stinger, the thing'll sting-sting Give me some blood, Clyde, gunshot Brooklyn, where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy, that's my world of big I'ma murder them rats, Clyde All black, Chloe Chaps, Galeano, Scully to the back Fuck a ratchet at, come make me duck to that Set up my trap, boy, back like I never left Man down when I come round, boy, y'all bitches better have King Fox, King Kong, back on my chundi, nigga Valentino, bling thong, boy, y'all bitches duck We fuck, Nick, come fuck it up Bad gal, I'll buck your throat, coco pop my foot down Cease poppin', they can prick your red board See them bust, one for me, but see them chopped Three say one, chai-ai-ai-ai The blood clackness, the more we lemondai Them bitches a number mess, Louis Thais I'm on my clip, new jip, man, herpin' thai-thais Gunslingers, let me see your gun fingers Y'all bitches tick rather Lil' Nicki, lil' Ingas, woah, woah, woah Yeah, I love coco, yeah, I love coco Ellos quieren coco, y'all tampoco Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with Coco Numero uno, me llamo Yoko Pull up in them ding-dings, and let them things swing Niggas know my name ring, and they go ding-ding If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing Ain't talkin' bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting Faculty plus one, it's me, Young Chun And we out to fuck up the place I'm done So tell them run, come, and bring along some Ayo, five, girl, make us or break us Put your hands up Unless they ever do it, tell them fi recognize Unna care, tell them fi free up vibes They call me Miss Bitch, but I don't miss bitch Got real shooters for the D-Up guys Who me? I'm physically fine Who she? Inside, we know she dyin' Bitch ain't see real board in 2017 Had to drop queen on her like a guillotine All these jealous bitches on the jelly team Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly bean