The thugs want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the babys want kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Gangsters want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the babys want kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
The thugs want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the babys want kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Gangsters want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the hoes want kush
Make some room, ho, 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 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
Word play got 'em stepping up they thinks 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 poncho but I think he wants that pussy
Put this pussy in his mouth, make my niggas take his coke
Now i'm balling like i'm sosa in a pink lamborghini
Yelling '¡viva Puerto Rico!', all my bitches is beautiful
But now I'm pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
We also have kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Gangsters want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the hoes want kush
Here we go through the tsa
Whores ride easy like in gta
Two hundred boxes of paper that I ordered on ebay
in p.r. It's already legal, I signed the law
Smokin' like snoop dogg and wiz kha
The cats want kush, they don't want friska
I lit a cane like the brisca
Two phillies, she stays cross-eyed
I buy the pounds and they arrive by fedex
Priority the package, next day via express
Of the cell phone tracking with the gps
And the shipping is charged to your ex's fool
That he has a guille de bichote and what he smokes is regular
Synthetic of those that are sold out there in the legal stalls
That it lowers the movie, that it does not come here to front
That we are millionaires, and I just bought a couple of acres to plant
But now I'm pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
We also have kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Gangsters want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the hoes want kush
Call baby girl up, it's time to smoke something'
I know you heard I'm slaughter gang, I smoke something
Off the head, yeah, I ain't never wrote nothing
Pretty face, fat ass, I'm tryna poke something
Yeah, back it up baby, let me see you twerk
Yeah, spillin' codeine on my Gucci shirt
Yeah, whole lotta racks and the krispy
And she throws that ass back like a frisbee
Fill the backwoods up with the whole bush
I might pass her to the team 'cause she old news
Tryna make a hundred m's using pro tools
In a maybach and i'm laid back
Put a bullet hole in ya wave cap (on god)
You better pay me now I don't cut slack (nah)
All these vvs's make you upset (21, 21, 21)
But now I'm pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
We also have kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Gangsters want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the babys want kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
The thugs want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the babys want kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Gangsters want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the hoes want kush