Tory Lanez, Freddie Gibbs - Mexico lyrics

[Tory Lanez, Freddie Gibbs - Mexico lyrics]

Damn nigga
You know I pull up, 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

New Givenchy coat it's like
We’re selling dope
Since I started pimping I don’t sell no more
I got bitches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
I ain’t got no time to sit
And talk about so and so
My whip color looks like Rihanna
And all my bitches like designer
We flip Diego like Quintana
That’s why this brother whips a car
Look like we’re selling dope

I wake up to smoke that kush in the morning
Throw on my rollie
Check my phone, I got a call from my homie
He need that OG
Gangsta D, I run a mob like I’m Tony
I sell that codeine
Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s
Them my lil woahdies
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 balling
Police hit your shit then bitch
You don’t know me no we ain’t homies
Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s
Them my lil woahdies, yeah

New Givenchy coat it's like
We’re selling dope
Since I started pimping I don’t sell no more
I got bitches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
I ain’t got no time to sit
And talk about so and so
My whip color looks like Rihanna
And all my bitches like designer
We flip Diego like Quintana
That’s why this brother whips a car
Look like we’re selling dope

Riding in my phantom got a
Rollie in my pocket
Hundred fifty stacks about to take
A trip to Mexico
Chopper on my left I’m blowing gas
Hit a Texaco
Hundred fifty stacks about to take
A trip to Mexico

Just put all my bitches off in a foreign
Them my lil woahdies
I just whipped that brick that
Bitch driving for me the bitch my roadie
Police hit my shit the charges baloney
Bailed out that morning
Gangsta D, I run the mob like I’m Tony
Now sell that Tony
Slap that ass I got my hands on the kilo
I sell the nino
Straight casino bitch I'm the Tarantino
Chop up an ingle
I wake up and whip that dope in the morning
Put on my rollie
Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s
Them my lil woahdies

New Davinci coding like we’re selling dope
Sister pimping I don’t sell them hoes
I got bitches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
I ain’t got no time to sit
And talk about so and so
My whip color looks like Rihanna
And all my bitches like designer
We flip Diego like Quintana
That’s why this brother whips a car
Look like we’re selling dope

Riding in my phantom got a
Rollie in my pocket
Hundred fifty stacks about to take
A trip to Mexico
Chopper on my left I’m blowing
Gas hit a Texaco
Hundred fifty stacks about to take
A trip to Mexico take a trip to Mexico
Chopper on my lap I’m blowing gas
Hit a Texaco
Hundred fifty stacks about to take
A trip to Mexico
About 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’re not

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