Pull up and drop a like a domino, vámonos I'mma tell a bye like adiós, vámonos
[Verse 1: YT Which one of pussy ass niggas wanna a nigga smoke 'em like some marijuana See the chopper, we can pull around the Feel 'em your back and got the on 'em 'Fore turn your baby momma to a loner I sellin' rocks but I keep a stoner leave without it, I'mma keep it on me Throw back (?) and you lonely Bitch pussy super wet Aquifina I'mma beat the pussy, Ike and All I know is racks like Leave for the bitch, French and Trina Niggas say that we we're beefin', so I'm eatin' Pretty pussy poppin' paint a picture I pull and puff it, pass it fly as Nigga you ain't gettin' money, you ain't (?) I've tryna get a rollin' Rova like a rollie polly to my last (?) jugg don't smoke type Put a bad on the molly, holy mollie Put a chopper in the trunk, a truck while we loaded Workin' like a Mexican, I'm gettin' for it Finna pull a robbery, just bought a for it Talk street sense, take a class for it And get to a nigga if he ask for it
Pull up and a nigga like a domino, vámonos tell a nigga bye like adiós, vámonos Why you talkin' on the phone, Ain't no talkin' on the phone, Ain't no talkin' on the phone, Ain't no talkin' on the phone, Pull up and a nigga like a domino, vámonos I'mma tell a bye like adiós, vámonos
2: Rick Ross] Four carbonators in the Pull up sideways, two six in the how my little woe ride Hit finger licking, got a ho on the side Black bottles in the Nigga ready to ride, out like Rambo Red in the Lambo Gettin' money so you know they heard I heavy ammo RIP out the (?) No shirt, blowin' dope, they consider me a If ya got it, snatch you check fuckboy, so I think it's time to cash you Haters it was a costume Til I blow thirty 30 minutes up at (?) nigga better check mine Ice on, even put Rose on a Tec 9
[Verse 3: Lil Get the out the envelope, count it on the ironin' board That's a body blow, he Stand over him, blaow, now he Get the drank in the cup, tryna drink it while it's cold Ballin' since 94, like a pot of gold Neighborhood jump Geronimo My bitch taste like Häagen-Dazs Ride and die, you get buried Manilo Time to go, you got to go when it's your to go I catch you later like a cold, down the road I got a ho, that got a ho, that got a lot of I rob a store, a n' go, I even rob the poor My stomach hurtin', palms with a snotty nose Comin' through curtains, guns spittin' aimin' high and low That's how it go, I need a fix, a nigga I need to fix this sickness before I explode My momma said the streets wicked, I ma I know And only thing pops was how much I owe And cops givin' niggas tickets for drivin' slow They its the codeine, I say "how you know?" A giant with the green, I ain't though It's YM , that's my team, nigga,