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]