Vamonos
YT Triz Lyrics

Pull up and drop a nigga like a domino, vámonos
Arrive and knock down a person in succession, let us go!

I'mma tell a nigga bye like adiós, vámonos
I will say goodbye to a person like adiós, let us go!

Which one of these pussy ass niggas wanna Make a nigga smoke 'em like some marijuana
Who among these cowardly men wants to instigate a fight with me which might lead to their death, let us go!

See the chopper, we can pull around the corner Feel 'em your back and got the monkey on 'em
Notice my firearm, we can drive around the bend Feel the safety of the bulletproof vest and have an advantage over someone, let us go!

'Fore they turn your baby momma to a loner I stopped sellin' rocks but I keep a stoner
Before they make your child's mom single and alone, I quit selling drugs but still know one who uses it, let us go!

Never leave without it, I'mma keep it on me Throw back (?) and leave you lonely
Never go out of home without my gun, I will carry it with me Take revenge on these men who betrayed me and you will be alone, let us go!

Bitch pussy super wet it's Aquifina I'mma beat the pussy, Ike and Tina
A woman's vagina is overly lubricated I'm going to have sex with her and hit her just like Ike Turner did to Tina Turner, let us go!

All I know is racks like Sabrina Leave for the white bitch, French and Trina
The only thing I have is money like Sabrina the Teenage Witch Moving to another place for the white women like French Montana and Trina, let us go!

Niggas say that we we're beefin', so I'm eatin' dinner Pretty pussy poppin' paint a perfect picture
People were gossiping that we were fighting, so I am eating dinner The sight of feminine genitalia popping while dancing creates a picture-perfect scenario, let us go!

I pull and puff it, pass it fly as caterpillar Nigga you ain't gettin' money, you ain't (?) witcha
I pull and inhale the marijuana, pass it, fly as a butterfly larva You don't have lots of money, so you cannot be next to me, let us go!

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
I have been wanting a Land Rover that looks as big as a pill bug Down to my last crack pipe that I have no plans of smoking Make a promiscuous woman take MDMA, oh my goodness, let us go!

Put a chopper in the trunk, drive a truck while we loaded Workin' like a Mexican, I'm gettin' cash for it
Load a firearm in the trunk, drive while we are inebriated Working industriously like Mexicans, I am earning cash, let us go!

Finna pull a robbery, just bought a mask for it Talk street nigga sense, take a class for it
Planning to commit thievery, I just purchased a mask for it Speak in a manner that street people would understand, take a course for it, let us go!

And I'll get to a nigga if he ask for it Why you talkin' on the phone, bitch? Ain't no talkin' on the phone, bitch Four carbonators in the dome
I will reach a person who wants to challenge me Why are you speaking on the phone, woman? You cannot converse on the phone, woman Four-car garage home, let us go!

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
Arrive diagonally, carrying two guns in the car trunk That's how my sibling and I operate Go to the restaurant, cooked chicken is so delicious, and I have a prostitute on the north part of the town, let us go!

Black bottles in the bando Nigga ready to ride, runnin' out like Rambo
Alcoholic beverage bottles in the abandoned building Men ready to operate carrying guns, running away like Rambo, let us go!

Red light in the Lambo Gettin' money so you know they heard I keep heavy ammo
Stop at the crossroad with a Lamborghini Making lots of money, so the people are aware that I keep a lot of weapons, let us go!

RIP out the (?) No shirt, blowin' dope, they consider me a hassle
RIP to (?) Operating without a shirt, smoking marijuana, authorities think I am a problem, let us go!

If ya got it, I'mma snatch you Talkin' check fuckboy, so I think it's time to cash you
If you have it, I will rob you You talked about money, boy, I think it is time to take it, let us go!

Haters thought it was a costume Til I blow thirty racks 30 minutes up at (?)
Detractors believed it to be a costume Until I waste thirty thousand dollars in thirty minutes, over at (?), let us go!

Broke nigga better check mine Ice on, even put Rose Gold on a Tec 9
Poor man should look after his things Ice on like jewellery, even adding Rose Gold to a semiautomatic pistol, let us go!

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
Remove the money from the envelope, count it on the ironing board That's a significant hit, knocking him unconscious Stand over him and shoot him, now he is dead, let us go!

Get the drank in the double cup, tryna drink it while it's cold Ballin' since 94, feelin' like a pot of gold
Drinking from two cups of liquor, attempting to do it while it's cold Having money and maintaining it since 1994, feeling like I am wealthy, let us go!

Neighborhood jump like Geronimo My bitch pussy taste like Häagen-Dazs
Neighborhood is affected in an exuberant manner like when Geronimo jumps The taste of my woman's genitalia is akin to Häagen-Dazs ice cream, let us go!

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
If you ride with me, be ready to fight to the death, and when you lose, you will be buried like Johnny Manilo It is beyond your control when will you die I will see you again like a common cold, later in life, let us go!

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
I have a whore, and she has a friend who has numerous promiscuous women I rob a store, a place that stops momentarily with vehicles and people, and I also rob those who have no money, let us go!

My stomach hurtin', palms itchin' with a snotty nose Comin' through your curtains, guns spittin' aimin' high and low
My stomach is hurting, and my palms are itching, and I have a runny nose Entering through your curtains, firearms firing in every direction, aiming high and low, let us go!

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
That's how it works, I need a solution; a man can provide it I need to find a solution for this illness before I die from it My mother said that the streets are evil, and I said I know, ma And the only thing my father talked to me about was the amount of debt I owe, let us go!

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
The police stop black people for driving slowly and give them tickets They claim it is the cough syrup with codeine that is the cause, and I question them A person with a lot of marijuana, I am not a cheerful person though It's Young Money, my team, let us go!