Mexico lyrics

by

Black Thought


[Produced by Murda Beatz]

[Intro: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, n*gga
You know I pull up in a "What-the-f*ck-is-that?"
You know when the doors don’t go up
They just swing to the side a little bit
J hop up on top, f*ck these b*tches man, sh*t’s crazy
Fargo

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
This new Givenchy coat look like I'm selling dope
And since I started pimping, I don’t sell no more
I got b*tches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
So I ain’t got no time to sit and talk 'bout so and so
My whip color look like Rihanna
And all my b*tches love designer
We flip Diego like Quintana
That’s why this new Givenchy coat look like I’m sellin' dope

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
I wake up, twist up that kush in the morning, throw on my Rollie
Check my phone, I got a call from my homie, he need that OG
Gangsta G, I run a mob like I’m Tony, I sell that Tony
Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s, them my lil whoadies
Trap my dope spot, my OG used to call me, bag up that doggie
She can’t f*ck, I drop that b*tch on the corner, yeah b*tch I'm ballin'
Police hit your sh*t then b*tch you don’t know me, no we ain’t homies
Just got all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s, them my lil whoadies, yeah
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
This new Givenchy coat look like I'm selling dope
And since I started pimping, I don’t sell no more
I got b*tches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
So I ain’t got no time to sit and talk 'bout so and so
My whip color look like Rihanna
And all my b*tches love designer
We flip Diego like Quintana
That’s why this new Givenchy coat look like I’m selling dope

[Post-Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Riding in my Rental, got a Rover in my pocket though
Hundred fifty stacks, 'bout to take a trip to Mexico
Chopper on my lap, I’m blowing gas, hit a Texaco
Hundred fifty stacks, 'bout to take a trip to Mexico

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Just put all my b*tches off in a foreign, them my lil whoadies
I just whipped that brick, that b*tch drive it for me, that b*tch my roadie
Police hit my sh*t, the charge was baloney, bailed out that morning
Gangsta G, I run the mob like I’m Tony, I sell that Tony
Slap them ass on, got my hands on the kilo, I sell the Nino
Straight casino, b*tch I'm the Tarantino, chop up an eagle
I wake up and whip that dope in the morning, threw on my Rollie
Just get all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s, them my lil whoadies
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
This new Givenchy coat look like I'm selling dope
And since I started pimping, I don’t sell no more
I got b*tches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
So I ain’t got no time to sit and talk 'bout so and so
My whip color look like Rihanna
And all my b*tches love designer
We flip Diego like Quintana
That’s why this new Givenchy coat look like I’m selling dope

[Post-Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Riding in my Rental, got a Rover in my pocket though
Hundred fifty stacks, 'bout to take a trip to Mexico
Chopper on my lap, I’m blowing gas, hit a Texaco
Hundred fifty stacks, 'bout to take a trip to Mexico

[Outro: Freddie Gibbs]
'Bout to take a trip to Mexico
To Mexico
Think they give a f*ck what you’re thinking?
f*ck themselves, I’m God, and b*tch you not
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