Freddie Gibbs - Mexico lyrics

Damn n***a You know I pull up, what the f** 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** these b**hes man, sh**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 b**hes 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 b**hes like designer In San 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 f** I drop that b**h on the corner Yeah b**h I'm balling Police hit your sh** then b**h 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 b**hes 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 b**hes like designer In San 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 b**hes off in a foreign Them my lil woahdies I just whipped that brick that b**h driving for me The b**h my roadie Police hit my sh** the charges baloney Bailed out that morning Gangsta D, I run the mob like I'm Tony Now sell that Tony Slap that a** I got my hands on the kilo I sell the nino Straight casino b**h 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 b**hes 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 b**hes like designer In San 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