Mexico, Mexico, Mexico
Mexico back on that block shit, blessing the track with that hot shit
It's going down, Young Joc Shit
Flyer than Vince Carter slam dunking on a jet in the cockpit
AOD straight to the top bitch, talk out yo neck get yo top split
Don't talk to 12, no cop shit, I was in the spot with bales touching keys like a locksmith
Tote a pistol so I make it home, I aint clutching this bitch for no stripes
Nigga play wit me then imma get em gone, fight a case 'fo I fight for my life
Yeah
We got that don't give a damn money, this aint no Robbin and scam money
I really live what I rap bout
You can pull up to the trap house right now and come get some grams from me
Baby wanna do it when she see the X, told her get it on the floor like DMX
Can't compete cause we don't see the rest, if I jab em wit the right he won't see the left
Khaled hit my line said We the best
Average person turn they nose at a dopefiend, but I turnt em all to my BFF's
I look Diddy in his eyes, told that nigga Im ready
Ain't no fronts in my spot, feeling like future, tell me that you came wit some fetti
Whip the dope till I'm sweaty, finesse em quick if he let me
I got mo grams then teddy, cut a bitch off if she petty or crying bout why you ain't text me
Blowin me up girl don't sweat me, I been trapping since ya met me
Yeah
My nigga eye ballin work, workin that razor, we call em blade like Wesley
Serve it to a junkie, hit it then he say, uhh huh, Elvis Presley
Ain't tryna hit me no lick for pay, Im tryna run through these nicks today
Same shit nigga different day, line wrapped around the spot, trap lookin like chic-fil-a
Uh, Uh
But we control traffic like stop signs, get you a bag cause I got mine
Say ya trapping nigga stop lying, we aint never runnin out, we aint Popeyes
Trap phone blinging like a hotline
Smokers say my work the best they ever had like drizzy
She grab that dick now she Wishin, that I am not lazy, go krazy wit the bone get bizzy
Get it, if it, ain't bout a check then I'm busy, but if it is then im listening
Need to score you can hit me, pull up and pull off we handle all transactions quickly
Trap going up on a Tuesday, straight to the top, no toupee
Ya favorite rapper never trapped in his life, but I turn junkies into roommates
Nigga
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Mexico, Mexico, Mexico
Mexico back on that block shit, blessing the track with that hot shit
It's going down, Young Joc Shit
Flyer than Vince Carter slam dunking on a jet in the cockpit
AOD straight to the top bitch, talk out yo neck get yo top split
Don't talk to 12, no cop shit, I was in the spot with bales touching keys like a locksmith
Tote a pistol so I make it home, I aint clutching this bitch for no stripes
Nigga play wit me then imma get em gone, fight a case 'fo I fight for my life
Yeah
We got that don't give a damn money, this aint no Robbin and scam money
I really live what I rap bout
You can pull up to the trap house right now and come get some grams from me
Baby wanna do it when she see the X, told her get it on the floor like DMX
Can't compete cause we don't see the rest, if I jab em wit the right he won't see the left
Khaled hit my line said We the best
Average person turn they nose at a dopefiend, but I turnt em all to my BFF's
I look Diddy in his eyes, told that nigga Im ready
Ain't no fronts in my spot, feeling like future, tell me that you came wit some fetti
Whip the dope till I'm sweaty, finesse em quick if he let me
I got mo grams then teddy, cut a bitch off if she petty or crying bout why you ain't text me
Blowin me up girl don't sweat me, I been trapping since ya met me
Yeah
My nigga eye ballin work, workin that razor, we call em blade like Wesley
Serve it to a junkie, hit it then he say, uhh huh, Elvis Presley
Ain't tryna hit me no lick for pay, Im tryna run through these nicks today
Same shit nigga different day, line wrapped around the spot, trap lookin like chic-fil-a
Uh, Uh
But we control traffic like stop signs, get you a bag cause I got mine
Say ya trapping nigga stop lying, we aint never runnin out, we aint Popeyes
Trap phone blinging like a hotline
Smokers say my work the best they ever had like drizzy
She grab that dick now she Wishin, that I am not lazy, go krazy wit the bone get bizzy
Get it, if it, ain't bout a check then I'm busy, but if it is then im listening
Need to score you can hit me, pull up and pull off we handle all transactions quickly
Trap going up on a Tuesday, straight to the top, no toupee
Ya favorite rapper never trapped in his life, but I turn junkies into roommates
Nigga
Mexico back on that block shit, blessing the track with that hot shit
It's going down, Young Joc Shit
Flyer than Vince Carter slam dunking on a jet in the cockpit
AOD straight to the top bitch, talk out yo neck get yo top split
Don't talk to 12, no cop shit, I was in the spot with bales touching keys like a locksmith
Tote a pistol so I make it home, I aint clutching this bitch for no stripes
Nigga play wit me then imma get em gone, fight a case 'fo I fight for my life
Yeah
We got that don't give a damn money, this aint no Robbin and scam money
I really live what I rap bout
You can pull up to the trap house right now and come get some grams from me
Baby wanna do it when she see the X, told her get it on the floor like DMX
Can't compete cause we don't see the rest, if I jab em wit the right he won't see the left
Khaled hit my line said We the best
Average person turn they nose at a dopefiend, but I turnt em all to my BFF's
I look Diddy in his eyes, told that nigga Im ready
Ain't no fronts in my spot, feeling like future, tell me that you came wit some fetti
Whip the dope till I'm sweaty, finesse em quick if he let me
I got mo grams then teddy, cut a bitch off if she petty or crying bout why you ain't text me
Blowin me up girl don't sweat me, I been trapping since ya met me
Yeah
My nigga eye ballin work, workin that razor, we call em blade like Wesley
Serve it to a junkie, hit it then he say, uhh huh, Elvis Presley
Ain't tryna hit me no lick for pay, Im tryna run through these nicks today
Same shit nigga different day, line wrapped around the spot, trap lookin like chic-fil-a
Uh, Uh
But we control traffic like stop signs, get you a bag cause I got mine
Say ya trapping nigga stop lying, we aint never runnin out, we aint Popeyes
Trap phone blinging like a hotline
Smokers say my work the best they ever had like drizzy
She grab that dick now she Wishin, that I am not lazy, go krazy wit the bone get bizzy
Get it, if it, ain't bout a check then I'm busy, but if it is then im listening
Need to score you can hit me, pull up and pull off we handle all transactions quickly
Trap going up on a Tuesday, straight to the top, no toupee
Ya favorite rapper never trapped in his life, but I turn junkies into roommates
Nigga
Writer: Eric Mebane
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