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AR (Explicit)
MO3;BigXthaPlug;that mexican ot
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Put a hundred round drum on that new AR
Look I'm finna get one of these niggas
Pull up on 'em then we spray up cars
I'm trying to hurt them when we catch them, we gon' flip them
Oh, they runnin', but they can't run far yeah
Desert eagle on me now and I'm finna get him
And I promise you won't see tomorrow
My young gorilla's hanging out the window
Ay, stay with gorillas, up it aim it at his temple
Niggas don't play because they know better
You know me, I'm about paper, a go getter
But I'm standing on ten, don't fear no nigga
Thought this life shit was simple 'til I had a pistol
But didn't have a dollar, start dope selling
I'm a gangster about mine, I can't do no telling
Thugged alone in that cell, ain't need no celly
Found my way out the streets, put my life on these beats
That shit made me a beast, now I'm up seven
Figures large and they mad cause they can't catch me
Thank the Lord every day 'cause he stay blessin'
But they try me, I'm sinning, ain't no test
It's a reason for all, but ain't no mess
Called a pastor like, look this my confession
Now I'm back, out here clutchin' on a new weapons
Can't trust the hoe, I run through 'em like Hugh Hefner
My son watch what I do, tell him, do better
I just turned up my state to a new level
Came from the mud, ain't nothing changed, I just shoot better
Mr. Big, I'm the biggest, the true stepper
Reach for this, bet your ass make the newsletter
Was just out in Miami with five to six glocks
Fully stocked tryna step like a Nu Gamma, Ay
Put a hundred round drum on that new AR
Look I'm finna get one of these niggas
Pull up on 'em then we spray up cars
I'm trying to hurt them when we catch them, we gon' flip them
Oh, they runnin', but they can't run far yeah
Desert eagle on me now and I'm finna get him
And I promise you won't see tomorrow
My young gorilla's hanging out the window
My gorillas hangin' out of the window
Like bananas, they split 'em
We gettin' to hit 'em with venom
Kill 'em, chew 'em up, and then spit 'em
Got his blood on my denim
Chopper spittin' out with a rhythm
And your life is with it and stealin'
I'm a hero for Texas, but act like a villain
Cool, calm, collected, kickin' back, chillin'
Fuck your phone number, bitch, I want your bank digits
Hold the yoppers and choppers on my side, bitch, just like a midget
Got a hundred round drum on a new AR
Grrt, bullets flyin' in the air, ain't got no names on 'em
Blue tips inside of this clip, we push up and we bang on 'em
Pull my nuts out of the True Religion, let 'em hang on 'em
Yeah, the haters gon' hate, but fuck it, we ball
With a whole lot of money, we bet it rain on 'em
Push up with ketchup, I fucked around and left a stain on 'em
Get to crackin', I'm packin', never lackin', I bring the pain on 'em
RIP to MO3, the king of Texas, forever livin'
I'm a double cup drinker, so just know I'm forever sippin'
I'm a player-ass Mexican, I'm forever, ever pimpin'
Ridin' on four-fours, I'm forever, ever tippin'
RIP to MO3, the king of Texas, forever livin'
I'm a double cup drinker, so just know I'm forever sippin'
I'm a player-ass Mexican, I'm forever, ever pimpin'
Ridin' on 44s, I'm forever, ever tippin' (Yeah)
Put a hundred round drum on that new AR
Look I'm finna get one of these niggas
Pull up on 'em then we spray up cars
I'm trying to hurt them when we catch them, we gon' flip them
Oh, they runnin', but they can't run far yeah
Desert eagle on me now and I'm finna get him
And I promise you won't see tomorrow
My young gorilla's hanging out the window
They never let another nigga in the game (nah)
I'm thinkin' about killin' 'em niggas tryna come for me
Go get it, I'm wit' it, I'm 'bout to hit 'em, like a snake, I throw venom
Comin' to kill him and his company (yeah)
I'm the murder man, they better run from me (yeah)
Dirty 30 on me, FN sittin' up under me
They better move (move)
Set it off, I'm ready to (to)
'Cause it come with the Berretta, ooh (yeah)
A nigga really feel like I never lose
Put a hundred round drum on that new AR
Pull up on 'em then we spray up cars
Oh, they runnin', but they can't run far yeah
And I promise you won't see tomorrow