Rome.Gusto & Jay Litoo - Vanish

Bro You know what I'm tryna do, I'm back in the Stu, I'm ready to cook it up
Told bro go and drop on the beat cuz I'm
Bringing the heat, yea I'm boiling this shit up
Kitchen work with the wrist on top, make the people wanna pop, I'm really Fucken this game up
I'm ready to run a marathon on this shit, lemme tie lace up

You know what I'm tryna do, tryna get this bread for me and mama dukes, so no more Loans due
We flex with the newest drip, that's a go to
Gotta get the newest season while holding all the cash too yea you know that's a go to
And I'm taking care of my sis n my Godson Lik I'm suppose to

Uh yea gusto...yea
On the beat go crazy
Yea you know I'm not lazy
Going stupid don't play me
Fire bitches gon Chase me

Wait uh
And you know I'm going sick, yea you know i don't trip , Imma a bear so I'm going balis.. tic
Knife, call of duty how I'm catching the snipe
Entry, forex season go crazy, dropping standards on a daily, forex funded you don't phase me, blue screens don't Hate me, Stephen Adams OKC don't you play me

Windows all tinted
So nigga ain't see me
Pulled to the block made a movie in 3D
Pass me the Glock gave him shots at his Beanie
Fuck on his thot had at bitch off a xannie
She was on top make her ride like a Camry
She suck the soul bitch I feel like Danny
Dick in her throat damn it stick like candy

I'm too high in the air
I ain't landing
Making dem plays and I'm passing like manning
Gang full of shooters pull up make u vanish
Throw a couple ones, look that lil bitch keep dancing
Take her for ransom
My niggas done ran it
Translation
Transit
If you niggas ain't get it
I had to get to a bag and I did it
Left all the fake shit I had to forget it

bitch stay wide open I slide like a CD
Just hit a lick running racks outta TD
Aint no one believe me
Now they wanna be me
I get to the guap
Now that lil bitch want eat me
Tell em GANG!

Written by:
Carl Hudson, Romario Auguste

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