(Intro)
Pull up and drop a ni**a like a domino, vamonos
I’mma tell a ni**a bye like adios, vamonos

(Verse 1 – YT Triz)
Which one of these pu**y ass ni**a’s wanna
Make a ni**a 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 selling rocks but I keep a stoner
Never leave without it, I’mma keep it on me
Throw back and leave you lonely
B***h pu**y super wet it’s Aquifina
I’mma beat the pu**y, Ike and Tina
All I know is racks like Sabrina
Leave for the white bi**h, French and Trina
Ni**a’s say that we we’re beefing, so I’m eating dinner
Pretty pu**y popping paint a perfect picture
I pull and puff it, pass it fly as caterpillar
Ni**a you ain’t getting money, you ain’t witcha
I’ve been tryna get a rolling Rova like a rollie polly
Down to my last jugg don’t smoke type
Put a bad b***h on the molly, holy mollie
Put a chopper in the trunk, drive a truck while we loaded
Working like a Mexican, I’m getting cash for it
Finna pull a robbery, just bought a mask for it
Talk street ni**a sense, take a class for it
And I’ll get to a ni**a if he ask for it

(Chorus)
Pull up and drop a ni**a like a domino, vamonos
I’mma tell a ni**a bye like adios, vamonos
Why you talking on the phone bi**h?
Ain’t no talking on the phone bi**h
Ain’t no talking on the phone bi**h
Ain’t no talking on the phone bi**h
Pull up and drop a ni**a like a domino, vamonos
I’mma tell a ni**a bye like adios, vamonos

(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
Ni**a ready to ride, runnin’ out like Rambo
Red light in the Lambo
Getting money so you know they heard I keep heavy ammo
RIP out the
No shirt, blowing dope, they consider me a hassle
If ya got it, I’mma snatch you
Talking check f***boy, 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 ni**a better check mine
Ice on, even put on a Tec 9

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – Lil Wayne)
Get the cash out the envelope, count it on the ironing 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
Balling since 94, feeling like a pot of gold
Neighborhood jump like Geronimo
My bi**h pu**y taste like Haagen Dazs
Ride and die, you get buried like
Time to go, you got to go when it’s your time to go
I catch you later like a common cold, down to roll
I got a ho, that got a ho, that got a lot of hoes
I rob a store, slap a girl, I even rob the poor
My stomach hurting, palms itching with a snotty nose
Coming through your curtains, guns spitting aiming high and low
That’s how it go, I need a fix, a ni**a diagnose
I need to fix this f**king 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 giving ni**a’s tickets just for driving slow
And tell me its the codeine, I saw high and low
A giant with the green, I ain’t jolly though
It’s YM, that’s my team, ni**a, vamanos

(Repeat Chorus)