Lyrics Freddie Gibbs

Freddie Gibbs

Mexico

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