Vamonos (Bandz)

Hurry up vamonos
Ain't got no time you talking slow
Hurry up vamonos
Stay on the grind yeah get the dough
Hurry up vamonos
Shit ain't fine you walking slow
Hurry up vamonos
Chase the bread yeah kick the door

Fuck you, outta my face
You talking slow, uh, shit is a race, yeah
Vamonos vamonos vamonos
All of my inner big hitters yeah vamonos
I am bullet of God yeah vamonos
Shooting through hate in the brain yeah vamonos
Moving so quick like a cell can put me no cell woah no
Hitting my cell, telling me good things do tell
Running my shit and I fell no need to dwell
Back on my shit and I yell, I'm throwing it up in the air like a shell
Jumping on goombas got mushrooms to spare
Go with the flow bitch I don't even care
Take offence you insecure, might as well head out the door
Bass is booming on the floor, take that bottle let it pour
On offence we always score, your defence is looking poor
Feel the rumble that's my roar, call me thunder call me Thor
Grinding for money she bounce like a bunny
We counting it up while we sipping that sunny
Talking bout figures ain't got time for buddy's
Talking that shit you'll get wrapped like a mummy
Investing that money come back like a bungee
Roof on our head and we kick back with homies
I'll call you all later got no time for phonies
Thanksgiving already ya'll bitches be corny
Pick it up woah
Pick it up woah
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Vamonos, woah
Pick it up woah
Pick it up woah
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Vamonos, woah

Hurry up vamonos
Ain't got no time
You talking slow

Hurry up vamonos
Stay on the grind
Get the dough

Hurry up vamonos
Shit ain't fine
You walking slow

Hurry up vamonos
Chase the bread
Kick the door

Hurry up vamanos
Kick the door down
This aint no joke this a shakedown
Check all the drawers we take all the pounds
Drive thru the streets with the top down

Semi automatic BOOM BOOM
We don't need to tactic ZOOM ZOOM
Running thru you like a savage WOOP WOOP
Takin zero damage OOO OOO

I am the hardest
Regret what you started
My homies they pop it
Guns blow you can't stop it
Bitch I am a prophet
Higher than muhammed
These rappers preach gossip while I keep it honest
Dont wanna be a rapper you all lame
Im part of a different ball game
Your music don't go hard like this
3 point shot, better I never miss

You don't wanna start no war with me
Cause if you do you'll see you'll get your ass beat
Leave your ass dead face down on the street
Im still alive while you laying deceased
Hurry up vamanos we gotta go zoom thru the streets
Pit stop pick up your girl so she can cum in my sheets ahh

Hurry up vamonos
Ain't got no time you talking slow
Hurry up vamonos
Stay on the grind yeah get the dough
Hurry up vamonos
Shit ain't fine you walking slow
Hurry up vamonos
Chase the bread yeah kick the door

Hurry up vamonos kick the door down
This ain't no joke, this a shakedown
Check all the drawers and we take all the pounds
Drive through the street, with the top down
Semiautomatic, boom boom
We don't need no tactics, woop woop
Run through you like a savage, zoom zoom
Taking zero damage, ooh ooh
I am the hardest regret what you started
My homies they pop it guns blow you can't stop it
Bitch I'm a prophet higher than mohammed
These rappers preach gossip while I keep it honest
Fuck all you rappers you all lame
I'm part of a different ball game
Your music don't go hard like this, three point shot bet I never miss
You don't wanna start no war with me cause if you do you'll get your ass beat
Leave your ass dead down on the streets
I'm still alive while you laying deceased
Hurry up, vamanos, we gotta zoom through the streets yeah
Pit stop pick your girl up so she can cum in my sheets, uh uh

Hurry up vamonos
Ain't got no time you talking slow
Hurry up vamonos
Stay on the grind yeah get the dough
Hurry up vamonos
Shit ain't fine you walking slow
Hurry up vamonos
Chase the bread yeah kick the door

I got bands, make her dance
Yeah they fans cuz I'm the man
I got bands, make her dance
Yeah they fans cuz I'm the man
I got bands, make her dance
Yeah they fans cuz I'm the man
I got bands, make her dance
Yeah they fans cuz I'm the man

Yeah I'm fly like a jet, two fingers and that pussy wet
All you hate but I never fret, I am the world's biggest asset
Watch her do the money dance, I throw her bands take off her pants
Ass so fat yeah I'm in a trance, but I feel no romance, yuh yuh
Pussy boy better stop playing, yuh
Pick you up slam you in the pavement, yuh
Everything I do is working, yuh
Everything you do is bullshit, yuh
Pussy boy shut your lips
Roundhouse kick you in your ribs, aye
Fully loaded clip, yuh
Stacking all my bricks, aye

Spinner on finger, we spending on dinner
Look I'm the best I'm the pick of the litter
Haters is bitter my brothers is a hitter
You bitches be corny, flush it down the shitter
Kicking back I'm the best yuh
Leaning back you's a guest yuh
Lullaby lay to rest yuh
Uncle Hart with your chest, yuh
This is my town, this is my city
All of my brothers they bouncing out with me
Dirty money yeah we wash it
30 bands in my pocket
Take you out pocket rocket
Light you up like a socket
Eating sushi drinking sake
Roll it up n we spark it

I got bands, make her dance
Yeah they fans cuz I'm the man
I got bands, make her dance
Yeah they fans cuz I'm the man
I got bands, make her dance
Yeah they fans cuz I'm the man
I got bands, make her dance
Yeah they fans cuz I'm the man



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Writer(s): Eric Lefebvre
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