Vamonos

[Intro]

Pull up and drop a nigga like a domino, vámonos

I'mma tell a nigga bye like adiós, vámonos

[Verse 1: YT Triz]

Which one of these pussy ass niggas wanna

Make a nigga smoke 'em like some marijuana

See the chopper, we can pull around the corner

Feel 'em your back and got the monkey on 'em

'Fore they turn your baby momma to a loner

I stopped sellin' rocks but I keep a stoner

Never leave without it, I'mma keep it on me

Throw back (?) and leave you lonely

Bitch pussy super wet it's Aquifina

I'mma beat the pussy, Ike and Tina

All I know is racks like Sabrina

Leave for the white bitch, French and Trina

Niggas say that we we're beefin', so I'm eatin' dinner

Pretty pussy poppin' paint a perfect picture

I pull and puff it, pass it fly as caterpillar

Nigga you ain't gettin' money, you ain't (?) witcha

I've been tryna get a rollin' Rova like a rollie polly

Down to my last (?) jugg don't smoke type

Put a bad bitch on the molly, holy mollie

Put a chopper in the trunk, drive a truck while we loaded

Workin' like a Mexican, I'm gettin' cash for it

Finna pull a robbery, just bought a mask for it

Talk street nigga sense, take a class for it

And I'll get to a nigga if he ask for it

[Hook]

Pull up and drop a nigga like a domino, vámonos

I'mma tell a nigga bye like adiós, vámonos

Why you talkin' on the phone, bitch?

Ain't no talkin' on the phone, bitch

Ain't no talkin' on the phone, bitch

Ain't no talkin' on the phone, bitch

Pull up and drop a nigga like a domino, vámonos

I'mma tell a nigga bye like adiós, vámonos

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Four carbonators in the dome

Pull up sideways, two six in the trunk

That's how my little woe ride

Hit finger licking, got a ho on the north side

Black bottles in the bando

Nigga ready to ride, runnin' out like Rambo

Red light in the Lambo

Gettin' money so you know they heard I keep heavy ammo

RIP out the (?)

No shirt, blowin' dope, they consider me a hassle

If ya got it, I'mma snatch you

Talkin' check fuckboy, so I think it's time to cash you

Haters thought it was a costume

Til I blow thirty racks 30 minutes up at (?)

Broke nigga better check mine

Ice on, even put Rose Gold on a Tec 9

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Get the cash out the envelope, count it on the ironin' board

That's a body blow, he comatose

Stand over him, blaow, now he ghost

Get the drank in the double cup, tryna drink it while it's cold

Ballin' since 94, feelin' like a pot of gold

Neighborhood jump like Geronimo

My bitch pussy taste like Häagen-Dazs

Ride and die, you get buried like Manilo

Time to go, you got to go when it's your time to go

I catch you later like a common cold, down the road

I got a ho, that got a ho, that got a lot of hoes

I rob a store, a stop n' go, I even rob the poor

My stomach hurtin', palms itchin' with a snotty nose

Comin' through your curtains, guns spittin' aimin' high and low

That's how it go, I need a fix, a nigga diagnose

I need to fix this fuckin' sickness before I explode

My momma said the streets wicked, I said ma I know

And only thing pops said was how much I owe

And cops givin' niggas tickets just for drivin' slow

They tell its the codeine, I say "how you know?"

A giant with the green, I ain't jolly though

It's YM , that's my team, nigga, vámonos

[Hook]