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Whole lotta gang shit Beatz Oh, uh, ugh, ayo Chun, 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, let's go! Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah like a 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 let them thing fling Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding” If I get a 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 YAB 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, word to Stack on it That's word to Brooknam, that's word to Bucktown SongtexteThat’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 (woop) A nigga greased on 'em, but I 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 Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah like a 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 let them thing fling Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding” If I get a 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 rasclaats All black Chloe straps, gally I'ma skully to the back Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that Puss dem I chat 'bout, 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 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 I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen day-days (woah) Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers Y'all bitches dick riders Little Nicki's, little Inga's, woah! Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah like a 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 let them thing fling Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding” If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting Foxy plus one, it's 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 Unuh kyat tell, dem fi fi real vibes They call me Ms. 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 Billboard 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 (mhm, mhm, eyy, eyy) Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (ihh, ihh, eyy, eyy) Aus Songtexte Mania