Hola Me llamo Onika Wrist FRIO Pelo rosa Culo gordo (Ay Rvssian) Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las putas quieren kush... (Jajaja, yeah, yeah, yeah) Make some room hoe, keep a hundred feet away Fifty trucks when I pull up we a fleet away You ain't on my throne, ain't even a seat away But thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way I got the krippy, I ain't talking 'bout the gangs tho' Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs tho' Now I got 'em rocking inches now But I'll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now Word play got 'em stepping up they pens's now Still stick me for my flow like syringes, now Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now Shotgun and them '88 Benzes, now With my plug, I call him Pancho But I think he wants that chocha Put this pussy in his boca Make my niggas take his coca Now I'm balling like I'm Sosa In that Lamborghini rosa Yelling viva Puerto Rico All my bitches es hermosa Pero ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las putas quieren kush... (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!) Suavemente, frio chill-ay (Yeah) Gotta keep it caliente, the presidente Bend it backwards, pop a wheelie, like we in Phill-ay (It's lit) In the town I got the mill-ays, you know the drill-ay (Alright) Yeah, butterfly the doors Throw a ivy queen in it then I skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt You get the picture, but I'm still not with the pictures Still hate the liquor, drank on my liver Still got the basement, jumping like I'm Tigger (Straight up) Pour 'til it's muddy, blow 'til it's muggy (Yeah) But the gang goin' dummy, thumbing through hundreds (With the gang) Keep it stick like it's gummy, rap like a mummy Break the bread 'til it's crummy, eat 'til I'm chubby (Yeah) Yeah, me amor the tings, me amor the green (Alright) Yeah, blowing up the clouds, and hear the angels sing (Sing) Yeah, fresh steal off the lot, slide on your block and pop the top And then we skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt Pero ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las putas quieren kush... Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA 200 cajas 'e paper que pedí en eBay En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca (Farru') 2 phillies, se queda bizca Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx Priority el paquete, next day vía express Del celular traqueo con el GPS Y el shipping se lo cobramo' al bobo de tu ex Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal Que le baja a la movie, que pa' acá no venga a frontear Que somos millonarios, y acabo 'e comprar par de acres pa' sembrar Pero ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las putas quieren kush...

I'm able to, uh The stage in my life where I'm Where I feel like I can conquer anything and everything (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) Sippin' on Dom Pérignon for no reason Poppin' tags, upper echelon for no reason Seen this bad little jawn, she was perfect I'll let her push the foreign right now if she worth it Ballin' in the middle of the club, no jersey I don't want no liquor 'cause I been drinking that dirty Bring that Ace by the case, my niggas with me Bring some ice for my cup, my drink with me Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds on me dancing Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds on me dancing Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds on me dancing Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds on me dancing And you know what I need from you when I get home (yeah) You better not be on the phone Talking up a storm like you usually do Talking up your friends like you usually do Telling them I never spend time with you It's hard to find a time we been Sippin' on Dom Pérignon for no reason Poppin' tags, upper echelon for no reason Seen this bad little jawn, she was perfect I'll let her push the foreign right now if she worth it Ballin' in the middle of the club, no jersey I don't want no liquor 'cause I been drinking that dirty Bring that Ace by the case, my niggas with me Bring some ice for my cup, my drink with me Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds on me dancing Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds on me dancing Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds on me dancing Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds on me dancing I'm familiar with this cash flow And if you juggin' you can vouch for me I did it my way, you can vouch for me I put the cocaine in the powder in the couch homie Whenever I step outside the house I keep that Glocky on me Bad bitches wanna come buy the paparazzi on me I got so many bad bitches that I barely wanna I'm barely paying attention, baby I need substance I know you spend some time putting on some makeup and your outfit but Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds on me dancing Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds on me dancing Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds on me dancing Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds on me dancing You doing me dirty (Dirty, dirty) You doing me dirty Doing me dirty You doing me dirty You know (Yeah, dirty, dirty) How we let it get like this I don't know (yeah) But that nigga can't save your soul (nah) Doing me dirty, you doing me dirty Haven't even heard from you (yeah) How can you live with yourself? I haven't even heard from you How can you live with yourself? Ungrateful, ungrateful (hmm) Your mom'd be ashamed of you I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you Ungrateful (hah) I'm too good for you, too good for you (yeah) You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable (hah) Doing me dirty (dirty, dirty) You're making me nervous I haven't even heard from you You look drained, you look exhausted Girl, them late nights ain't good for you Really starting to show on you Don't hit me up when it's good for you Ungrateful

Hype Beatz ODin' off blessings but still attract all these enemies Say they gang, they cap, don't know you, bitch, you ain't no kin to me All these niggas frauds, these bitches too, act like they frenemies Say, how one day you solid, the next day switchin' up energy? I don't talk too much, know a few niggas who would sin for me He talk, his block hit up, now all they got of him is memories Foenem gon' slide for us, don't do no talk, no cares for sympathy I know that I'm sinnin', don't give a fuck you think I'm trippin' Nigga, I'm the one who done it Lord, have mercy Fuck a opp, we hit his block, a nigga talk, then we gon' spin it No, I can't love you (The love that pulls you) They want smoke but duck the Glock When that shit pop, believe I'm flippin' All this pain, look what you're doing to me I'm stuck in this illusion, having lucid dreams I started, can't restart, I don't know who I'll be Them feelings can't make much You blind but I can see, I can see, woah-woah He love the Glock, I send three shots then comprehend in slow-mo They say you opp but don't know shit When you speak 'bout shit they don't know Like broken cigarettes, comin' clouds out the [?] like boom, boom You at the scene, have to forget, the only way to move on Please do so They talk like they know who I am but I know you don't They speakin' with me as somethin' like a psycho, you know Continuous, it's fucking up my mind, dude (My mind, dude) Betrayed by whom I love, that's why I feel empty They fraud and it shows, I move on although tricked me A fool, yeah, I know, fool of love and it's sickenin' It's true, yeah, I know, I'm the one who they wishin' Look, I know my time comin' And I know I'll go, not normal to them I'm a psycho, not normal to them I'm a psycho (A psycho) Lord, have mercy Fuck a opp, we hit his block, a nigga talk, then we gon' spin it No, I can't love you (The love that pulls you) They want smoke but duck the Glock When that shit pop, believe I'm flippin' All this pain, look what you're doing to me I'm stuck in this illusion, having lucid dreams I started, can't restart, I don't know who I'll be Them feelings can't make much You blind but I can see, I can see, woah-woah

Wavy-N (Wavemakers) I got your lil' shade, kitch I sneeze, achoo, kitch F- it, I'm goin reckless I pop a lil' P- for breakfast I'm killin' these n-, I'll pay for the funeral For a couple million, I was just chillin' (I was just chillin') I'm in some tints (tints), running a b- Straight off the porch, I'm in a Porsche (skrrt) Get off on Cleveland Oops, I mean Bleveland (got it) Okay, they see the steel (slatt) Diamonds on me for real 100K, Unfoonk done beat the appeal Screaming, "Free Poker", real n- are rare Reppin' that YSL s- to the death Coppin' that Christian Dior you can't wear I got the Gucci with diamonds on it (diamonds on it) I got the Rollie with plain baguettes (plain baguettes) I'm humble as f- Don't play with me cah when it's up, it's stuck I thought I heard a broke n- that lootin' and stealin' that said somethin' Catch 'em in traffic and put 'em down bad for a little bit of breadcrumb I know a f- n- with some hood tendencies, damn, must have said somethin' I got your lil' shade, kitch I sneeze, achoo, kitch F- it, I'm goin reckless I pop a lil' P- for breakfast I'm killin' these n-, I'll pay for the funeral For a couple million, I was just chillin' (I was just chillin') I'm in some tints (tints), running a b- Straight off the porch, I'm in a Porsche (skrrt) Get off on Cleveland Oops, I mean Bleveland (got it)

Ayy, Yung, boy, he got that talent Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap Yeah, this 20 a pill Ran up a check, get this Patek baguette, he made 20 more mill' Drop on the opp and then jump on the chopper and go to the Hills My youngin' go Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill Yeah, shitted on a nigga, did it on purpose I tell my other bitch, "Go with my other bitch" Just to get my other bitch a new Birkin Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect Fuck in the back of the 'Bach with the curtains Fuck from the back and this bitch started squirtin' No, you didn't get this shit on my Persian Ooh, go get this bitch some new purses, cool I swipe my card, don't feel it She had a lame, she healin' Now she on a plane, she chillin' And she post a pic on the 'Gram, you feel it? I know that nigga wanna kill her 'Cause she in a villa, going HAM with Tequila Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, woah Woah, this that go shit (yeah) Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (yeah) 7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (and Trojans) It's like 500 bitches at the crib but we still lettin' more in (yeah, more in) Woah, this that go shit (that go shit) This that stunt on them niggas might put two watches on both wrists (let's go) My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (no motion) Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (stolen, skrrt) Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week Chasin' the dreams, I'ma pass her to Meek (to Meek) Nigga, I'm a wolf can't hang with the sheep (can't hang with the sheep) Water on my neck, bought my chain at the beach (let's go) Pull up to your block with a motherfuckin' thotty (let's go) Every nigga with me down to go and catch a body (okay) Young nigga trapping out a hotel lobby (okay) Wipe a nigga nose like that motherfucker snotty I'm in the trap with a thick bitch Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it (yeah) Most you niggas fried like a fish stick If he a snitch, can't kick it I'm with the gang and we deep Just like a dog, put a nigga to sleep Bad lil' bitch trying to see me on the sneak No TLC, but a nigga got to creep (woo) Shoot it like JJ (JJ) Spin a nigga block like a Beyblade If I hit the block that's a payday Hurricane AP, A Bay Bay (A Bay Bay) Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up I jump out the Lamb', me and Thugger (slime) Can't leave the crib with no cutter Feel like Ving Rhames, it's guns and butter Woah, this that go shit (yeah) Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (yeah) 7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (and Trojans) It's like 500 bitches at the crib but we still lettin' more in (yeah, more in) Woah, this that go shit (that go shit) This that stunt on them niggas might put two watches on both wrists (let's go) My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (no motion) Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (stolen, skrrt) Abracadabra, my bitch way badder My wrist out the motherfuckin' batter (slatt) Fish parquet I snuck on the face Green diamonds, I fucked up my bladder (yeah) Motherfuck a trend I been with my kids in the spot 'cause family matter (on God) Everything else you speakin' about Might get your ass whooped like a paddle (slatt) Yeah, yeah, fishscale, no scale, weigh it up (Weigh it up) I spent 20 mil' (what?) on a crib, pay it up (pay it up) In Dubai but the bitch from Israel Call my phone, you fine as hell In designer but I will kill You done speaked to informants, I can tell Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (yeah) My bitch wrist clean I flex, don't bend, I am the king (the king) Hundred bands can clean up the scene (on God) Had your wife and you thought it was a dream Nigga kicked through that door with the bling I took off in a foreign machine (sex) Woah, this that go shit (yeah) Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (yeah) 7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (yeah) It's like 500 bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in Woah, this that go shit (that go shit) This that stunt on them niggas might put two watches on both wrists (let's go) My trap boomin' these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion) Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (skrrt) Big racks, spendin' big racks, that's big business (big business) Pull up to the club with a pole on me Niggas thinkin' I'd been fishin' (been fishin') Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass bitches like, "Hoe, I'm big pimpin" (big pimpin')