Krippy Kush (remix) (part. Nicki Minaj, Bad Bunny, Travis Scott y Rvssian)

Hi, my name is Onika
Wrist bejeweled, pink hair
Fat ass
(El Rvssian)

The thugs want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the babies want kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
The gangsters want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the babies want kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
The thugs want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the babies want kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
The gangsters want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the bitches want kush (hahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Make some room, hoe, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks, when I pull up, we're one 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, though
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs, though
Now I got 'em rocking inches, now
But I'll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now
Wordplay got 'em steppin' up they pens-es now
Still stick me for my flow, like syringes now
Still kickin' closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun in them '88 Benzes now
With my plug, I call him Poncho, but I think he wants that coochie
Put this pussy on his mouth, make my niggas take his cock
Now I'm ballin' like I'm Sosa in a pink Lamborghini
Yelling: Long live Puerto Rico! All my bitches are lovely

But now I'm about the krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
We also have kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
The gangsters want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the bitches want kush (hahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Here we bring blunts through the TSA
The bitches are easily stacked like in Grand Theft Auto
I ordered 200 boxes of papers on eBay
In Puerto Rico it's already legal, I signed the law
Smoking like Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa
The cats want Kush, they don't want Friskas
I lit a stick like the one from Brisca (farru')
2 blunts leave you cross-eyed

I buy the pounds and they arrive via Fed Ex
Priority package, Next Day through Express Mail
I track the GPS from my phone
And we'll charge the shipping to that idiot ex-boyfriend of yours
He has a big-shot attitude and what he smokes is mediocre
Synthetics, the kind that are sold out in the legal shops
Let's get down to business, don't come here fronting
We're all millionaires here and I just bought a couple of acres to sow

But now I'm about the krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
We also have kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
The gangsters want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the bitches want kush (hahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Softly, cold, chill (yeah)
Gotta keep I hot, the president
Bend it backwards, pop a wheelie, like we in Philly (it's lit)
In the town I got the millions, you know the drill (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, jumpin' like I'm Tigger (straight up)
Pour till it's muddy, blow till it's muggy (yeah)
But the gang goin' dummy, thumbin' through hundreds (with the gang)
Keep it stick like it's gummy, wrap like a mummy
Break the bread till it's crummy, eat till I'm chubby (yeah)
Yeah, me amo the tings, me amo the green (alright)
Yeah, blowin' up the clouds, and hear the angels sing (sing)
Yeah, fishtail off the lot, slide on your block
And pop the top, and then we skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt

But now I'm about the krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
We also have kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
The gangsters want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the babies want kush
The thugs want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the babies want kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
The gangsters want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the babies want kush, kush, kush, kush, kush