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Mexico Yeah, ni*** 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, f*** 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 f*** 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 f*** what you're thinking Fuck themselves I'm god and bitch you're not
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