RICKY RICON (feat. FloyyMenor)

(Hooded up to burst it, chipped up to the coconuts)
Hooded up to burst it, chipped up to the coconuts
They want to come, but I see them weak
We stain the walls all in red
Don't get dizzy, this is a close eye

Let's-let's-let's become Ricky, Ricky Rich
The .40 hidden in the belt
The gun in the holster
She likes my style because I go hard

Let's-let's-let's become Ricky, Ricky Rich
The .40 hidden in the belt
The gun in the holster
She likes my style because I go hard

We're arriving at the block, having a few drinks
The fools are envious, I noticed it on their faces
Mine do the job, yes, until it crashes
Yours are not bad, if they cooperate with the police

And these sons of bitches are wearing ropes
Counting money and the fools throwing shots, brr
Your girl is losing it
Baby, I have plenty, come, let's go down to La Serena, brr
Your chick is falling for me

Freeing my brothers who are serving time
The siren is sounding
Let's go to my area where the drums sound
Why earn the money?

Let's become Ricky, Ricky Rich
The .40 hidden in the belt
The gun in the holster
She likes my style because I go hard

Let's become Ricky, Ricky Rich
The .40 hidden in the belt
The gun in the holster
She likes my style because I go hard

You guys are like lemons, just squeezing yourselves
And I left the streets because I turned music into my business
If I screwed all of Viña, I've screwed all of Chile
If the genre were a school, I'd be exempt in all subjects

Ricky, Ricky Rich
All my bitches with over three hundred silicon
We arrive at the parties and fools feel the pressure
If they want to mess around, let's rock and roll

I have ready partners who stick to the flight route
Yours doesn't fly to anyone, the gang likes my fruit
I have cousins who, if they don't pay the difference, the Glock swaps
Damn, why am I such a son of a bitch in this shit?