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