Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vato, artist - DJ Quick. Album song Quai 54 Edition 2014, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DJ Quick
Song language: English
Vato |
For the cheese like nachos |
I’ll pull up on a nigga pronto |
Ridin' for the guapo, it’s just me and my vato |
If money ain’t the convo, tell me what the hell you call for |
As soon as the block close, it’s just me and my vatos |
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos |
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos |
I’m talkin' bout bald head, tatted up ese’s |
CV70's and infred tres |
Hold up, they ain’t never on that bitch shit |
Fuck a chicklet, they on the corner with that biscuit |
Called 'em up like (brrp), nigga need that (brrp) |
Said that money good, my partner pulled up like (skrrt) |
He ain’t playin' wit' it, that pistol permanent, he stayin' wit' it |
Yeah, he tryna live his dreams, so he layin' wit' it |
Uh and I helped him cross the border, now he finally seen his daughter |
And his vato just got shot up, he hit the block and all you heard was |
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka! |
For the cheese like nachos |
I’ll pull up on a nigga pronto |
Ridin' for the guapo, it’s just me and my vato |
If money ain’t the convo, tell me what the hell you call for |
As soon as the block close, it’s just me and my vatos |
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos |
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos |
Que pasa homes, I’m caked up, need a loan |
I’m talkin' pesos, nigga leave me the fuck alone |
I’m talkin' big chips, nachos |
Rappin' bout another nigga life, well it’s not yours |
Catch me out, G’d up, mobbin' like the cholo |
52 rounds in the chop, nigga YOLO |
Get right, get you what you want like the Costco |
Nigga pullin' up on a chicken like at Roscoe’s |
Black hammer, bandana, yellow box, arm hammer |
It came out Laredo, sent 'em out to Atlanta |
Me and my nigga talk sour cream and nachos |
Fuck wit' my nigga, I’ll knock the beef up out your taco |
For the cheese like nachos |
I’ll pull up on a nigga pronto |
Ridin' for the guapo, it’s just me and my vato |
If money ain’t the convo, tell me what the hell you call for |
As soon as the block close, it’s just me and my vatos |
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos |
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos |
Headed to the guapo, it’s just me and my vato |
Ridin' wit' the heat on, in the winter, wit' the top gone |
For the cheese like a nacho, I’ll knock the beef out your taco |
When it come to Velveeta, I do not play bout my peso |
It’s just me and my vato, we in a Porsche on Rodeo |
Tryna find us a J-Lo to paint a face like its make-up |
If you play with the queso, them bullets flyin' rapido |
Call my vatos like andele go and pick up ladrillos |
My compadress, my partners, aka my amigos |
And they play with gambino, don’t touch it if it paquito |
If it ain’t bout guapo, lil' nigga don’t call |
Cause I don’t wanna talk, fall back, nigga, pause |
I don’t play about my vatos |
When it come to 'em, give a nigga that trabajo |
For the cheese like nachos |
I’ll pull up on a nigga pronto |
Ridin' for the guapo, it’s just me and my vato |
If money ain’t the convo, tell me what the hell you call for |
As soon as the block close, it’s just me and my vatos |
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos |
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos |