Mexico
Freddie Gibbs Tory Lanez Lyrics

Damn nigga
Expression of surprise or shock

You know I pull up, what the fuck is that?
Asking about a strange object or situation that the singer encountered upon arrival

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, shits crazy Fargo
Describing a car with non-functional doors that the singer uses to transport himself and his female companions, followed by a shoutout to Tory Lanez's alter ego

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 In San Diego like quintana That’s why this brother whips a car look like we’re selling dope
Boasting about the luxurious lifestyle that the artist has acquired through his pimping and drug-dealing activities, and how his car looks expensive to fit in with his image.

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
Describing the artist's daily routine, which includes smoking marijuana and selling drugs with his gang, and how he is not afraid of the police seizing his drugs or weapons

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
Heading to Mexico with a lot of money, a fancy watch, and a firearm, and stopping at a gas station along the way

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
Continuation of the singer's description of his illegal actions, involving dropping off his female companions in a foreign car, selling drugs, being arrested and released on bail, and his authority as a gang leader

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 In San Diego like quintana That’s why this brother whips a car look like we’re selling dope
Reference to a high-end brand and prostitution, with the artist distancing himself from the practice of selling women for sex, followed by additional boasts about the glamorous lifestyle he leads

Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
Repeating the amount of money the artist is carrying as he approaches the border