Boricuas

Boricuas, Estamos Aqui

She wanna dance, she like I'm Dominican

She want bachata, I'm playing Many Men

She want a thug, I'm sitting with henchmen

This nerd turned into a ghost

She broke my heart so I got in the booth

Q told me get it, I hunt 'em like goose

Me and the Velli like Biggie & Pac

Fat ass **** with bitches he brought

You gotta see it if you think it's a lie

I think he jealous, yeah look at my smile

Okay, Okay, Okay

Glad you caught up

Okay I'm havin' some fun, I got out my bag

My **** said get the fuck up

We at the bank and we hit it and laugh, hit it and laugh

LOL, LOL, texting my phone

I'm such a bitch, can you pass me a bone?

I think of way I can fuck on my ex

Cuz that bitch is so sad and she alone

Going ghost

Going ghost

Going ghost

Going ghost

Going ghost

Going ghost

Going ghost

She like the way I be fuckin' talkin'

I don't like **** who never ever got it

I did it myself, I'm feelin' toxic

I gotta calm down before I wipe it

And drop it, and drop it

That ****'s a god, got an ego

Nah, really, I'm feelin' like me tho

My home girl bad like Shego

My cousin gon' say I'm crazy

I say this ain't even me tryin'

So quit actin' like you don't like it

I see your head keep on bobbin'

So don't ever say you're my friend

I don't have none besides in my head

See his flow over there needs Claritin

My flow gon' take you to ER

Come meet my friends, they'll take you to DR

Who eatin' good? Oh yeah, we are

Flames on my body, I'm ridin' the mare

Damn okay shorty keep playin' with my hair

She tell me she's obsessed when she confessed

Tell me I give a life but I'm death

Burn the whole room if I'm a upset

They don't even know what's up next

She just wanna dance to my set

She got lots of friends who get wet

I feel so annoyed if I ain't makin' money

I feel so annoyed if I ain't makin' money

Get the fuck up, we makin' a bag

Not talkin' no Balenci

We rob banks in cash

Hope they all get offended

I want that bitch for her ass

And you know I ain't textin' back

I'm used to be in the back of the bus

Now we in the videos, runnin' a muck

Where the priest? Come see the demon

She want croissants and ice cold Fiji

I'm what she want and she know she need me

You seen the boy from the basement

This ain't a play on Hamilton

Now I'm wicked on stages

And it's still not pleased to meet

Check that **** glucose, that boy too sweet