Mexico Lyrics - Shadow Of A Doubt - Freddie Gibbs

eah, 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 

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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 

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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 

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 

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