[Intro: Tory Lanez]
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.
I hop up on top, fuck these bitches, man, shit's crazy!
Fargo!
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
New Givenchy coat it's like we're sellin' dope,
Since I started pimpin', I don't sell no more,
I got bitches down to 401 and 410,
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.
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
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 G, I run a mob like I'm Tony, I sell that Tony,
Just gave all my youngsters Glock 9's and 40's, 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 ballin'!
Police hit your shit, then, bitch, you don't know me, no we ain't homies,
Just got all my youngsters Glock 9's and 40's, them my lil' whoadies, yeah!
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
New Givenchy coat it's like we're sellin' dope,
Since I started pimpin', I don't sell no more,
I got bitches down to 401 and 410,
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.
[Bridge: Freddie Gibbs]
Ridin' 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 blowin' gas, hit a Texaco,
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico.
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Just put all my bitches off in a foreign, them my lil' whoadies,
I just whipped that brick, that bitch drivin' 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 ingle.
I wake up and whip that dope in the morning, threw on my Rollie,
Just get all my youngsters Glock 9's and 40's, them my lil' whoadies, yeah!
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
New Givenchy coat it's like we're sellin' dope,
Since I started pimpin', I don't sell no more,
I got bitches down to 401 and 410,
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.
[Bridge: Freddie Gibbs]
Ridin' 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 blowin' gas, hit a Texaco,
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico.
Think they give a fuck what you're thinkin'. Fuck themselves! I'm god and, bitch, you're not!