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...

Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana Damn she smoke my dope, swear to God we go Rambo If you disrespect the dope, straight from Mexico call her Quintana Damn she smoke my dope, swear to God we go Rambo If you disrespect the dope... Praise to the pope, bless you with this dope Step into my world where we get ghost, cause in my mind we float Everytime we step into 1oak, they tweaking off the coke Fuck I'm out my mind, I'm burning bread so much lets have a toast My niggas and momma know that if I wasn't here, nigga I'd be dead Now I'm in the building thinking billions counting millions, what a feeling 'Member when I never ever made shit? Now me and my niggas rocking chains and whipping slave ships Now who the slave bitch? Straight from the lair or Himalayas I got more keys than the mayor, let's have a prayer So devine, I put my pager, I hit her later Dawn to dusk I'm trying to get made, I been up for days Damn I'll never popped another pill, man that shit is real Girl you know you fucking with La Flame, you know you know the drill I reach to the heavens, lord forgive me I sin May La Flame live forever, and always bring them in God, niggas can't fuck with me I've got a bunch of bitches tryna fuck with me I'm unsociable with like most of them Cause I don't socialize with them suckers, man Lyrically I will demolish This is the nail in the coffin, niggas is soft Niggas remind me of nails at a spa so under-polished, novices They barkin' up the wrong tree (double M) Trust me if you with me then you goin' H I got them sweatin' like these bitches herein all day And I'm off Atlantic, 2-1 rob 'em, bumbaclot, nigga Not a P-O-K, I'm out for the VS Get lifted, few zips like a c-check Use piff, short words for the loose girls All mine's re-up, y'all regret Don't worry 'bout my team, my team is set Don't worry 'bout T, it's in depth When it come to the ma'fuckin' c-notes We starters, it's the ma'fuckin' glee club, goddamn La Flame, don't play no games These niggas is lames This niggas ain't lords, we the new lords (Mercy me, oh, mercy me) (Mercy me, oh, mercy me) (Mercy me, oh, mercy me)

I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You would fuck a rich niggas for the fame, won't you? You would give that pussy up to a lame, won't you? Like a old school, I re-did the frame on you I got my old shooters with me and they land on you Word to them niggas at the six A whole lotta lean, my nutrition They should've told ya I had the drank on me They should've told ya I brought the bank with me They should've told ya I keep that molly on me They should've told ya I got that stick with me You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' pot pies I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I keep a shooter with me like Malone I fucked around and did it on my own Come and fuck with me baby, I'm a franchise Molly and them xans got me aggravated The hundreds and 'em fifties, get 'em separated Put them hundreds and them hundreds, yeah we segregated They tryna take the soul out me They tryna take my confidence and they know I'm cocky Fuck another interview, I'm done with it I don't give a fuck about a ho, I let a young hit it I play the games of the thrones with you I can't change, I was God-given Tryna make a pop star and they made a monster I'm posted with my niggas, let the champagne flow A nigga was depressed now my mind back healthy A product of them roach in 'em ashtrays I inhale the love on a bad day Baptized inside purple Actavis They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine in some Reeboks I'm full of so much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga I'm in the white house shootin' crack niggas I gave up on my conscience gotta live with it This remind me when I had nightmares These bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga They should've told you I was gon' lap niggas They should've told you I was overseas Say your last words, can't breathe They sent the ghetto bird out to peep me They finally did admit it, I was cloned Because I was ambitious, now I'm on Five in the mornin' on the corner rollin' stones I just work for money, I count it on my own, fuck They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine and some Reebok I full of soo much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes