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)

(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

Ah-ah-ah, hey Run that back, Turbo You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question I got a bitch like Keisha off of Belly Police got dogs and they can't even smell me Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly 20s on me, I call 'em green relish Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly PH in the sky, we got 'em already PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it Creepin' at night, the VLONE bandit I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed Worked all my life and now I understand it Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it I got the sweetest sauce like jelly Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli I held him down, that nigga was my celly Fuck you fuck niggas, never made me heartless Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at Target They cut out the coupe before we hit the market We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the party I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti Police's cases, all that we avoidin' The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy I shown all my love, I've never been a bully Got every color VLONE hoody Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie I got this sauce, cream and puddin' I came with the drip, got everybody lookin' Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken Send a front in, it's easy to get a book in You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion I still rock the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (skrrt) These camouflage denim like I just went campin' They still can't believe that I made it, they happy I been gettin' money before I was rappin' I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors No pleadin', arraignment, ain't takin' no charges My young nigga's solid, I know that he got me He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're tourin' How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan Packin' out shows, love my fans, they important And I'm still in the trap, in the hood like a motor Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor I just started rappin', I made me some millions Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50 I leveled it up, I've been handlin' business Gettin' 20 a night, every day, different city I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee) I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, Supreme (yeah, yeah) You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (uh)