Mexico

[Intro: Tory Lanez] Yeah, nigga You know I pull up in a "What-the-fuck-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, fuck these bitches man, shit’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 bitches 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 bitches 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 fuck, I drop that bitch on the corner, yeah bitch I'm ballin' Police hit your shit then bitch 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 bitches 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 bitches 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 bitches off in a foreign, them my lil whoadies I just whipped that brick, that bitch drive it for me, that bitch my roadie Police hit my shit, 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, bitch 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 bitches 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 bitches 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 fuck what you’re thinking? Fuck themselves, I’m God, and bitch you not