Tory Lanez - Mexico lyrics

[Produced by Murda Beatz] [Intro: Tory Lanez] Yeah, n***a You know I pull up in a "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… [Hook: Tory Lanez] 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 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**hes 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 to 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** 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 got all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s, them my lil whoadies yeah [Hook: Tory Lanez] 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 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**hes love designer We flip diego like Quintana That's why this new Givenchy coat look like I'm sellin' dope [Bridge: Freddie Gibbs] Riding in my Rental, got a Rover in my pocket though Hundred fifty stacks about to 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 [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Just put all my b**hes off in a foreign, them my lil whoadies I just whipped that brick that b**h driving for me, that b**h my roadie Police hit my sh** the charge was baloney, bailed out that morning Gangsta G, I run the mob like I'm Tony, now sell that Tony Slap them a** on, got my hands on the kilo, I sell the nino Straight casino, b**h 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 [Hook: Tory Lanez] Givenchy coat it's 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 So 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 love designer We flip diego like Quintana That's why this new Givenchy coat look like I'm sellin' dope [Bridge: Freddie Gibbs] Riding in my Rental got a Rover in my pocket though Hundred fifty stacks about to 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 'Bout to take a trip to Mexico To Mexico [Outro: Sample] Think they give a f** what you're thinking f** themselves I'm god and b**h you're not