Mexico

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…

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

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

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 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 got all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s, them my lil whoadies 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

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

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

Just put all my bitches off in a foreign, them my lil whoadies

I just whipped that brick that bitch driving 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, now 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

Givenchy coat it's 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

So I ain’t got no time to sit and talk about so and so

My whip color looks 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

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

Think they give a fuck what you’re thinking

Fuck themselves

I’m god and bitch you’re not