AR MO3 & That Mexican OT (Ft. BigXthaPlug)
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[Intro: MO3]
Damn (Damn, it's like)
That's why I don't be understandin' these niggas, man, you know? (I really don't)
I don't rock like them, nigga, they don't rock like— (I just— Yeah)
(Lil Twan Music)
[Chorus: MO3]
Put a hundred-round drum on a new AR (Brrt), lurkin', finna get one of these niggas
Pull up on 'em, then we spray up cars (Bah, bah, bah), I'm tryna hurt 'em, when we catch 'em, we gon' flip 'em (Grrt)
Oh, they runnin'? But they can't run far, yeah, Desert Eagle on me, man, I'ma get 'em (Bah)
And I promise you won't see tomorrow, my young gorillas hangin' out the window
[Verse 1: BigXthaPlug]
Ayy, stay with gorillas, up and aim it at his temple
Niggas don't play because they know better
You know me, I'm 'bout paper, a go-getter
But I'm standin' 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 sellin'
I'm a gangster, 'bout mine, can't do no tellin'
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 everyday 'cause He stay blessin'
But they try me, I'm sinnin', ain't no testin'
It's a reason for all, but ain't no message
Call the pastor like, "Look, this my confession"
Now I'm back out here clutchin' on new weapons
Can't trust a ho, 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 nothin' change, I just shoot better
Mr. Big, I'm the biggest, a true stepper
Reach for this, bet your ass make the newsletter
Was just out in Miami with forty-six Glocks, fully stocked, tryna step like a gambler, ayy
Damn (Damn, it's like)
That's why I don't be understandin' these niggas, man, you know? (I really don't)
I don't rock like them, nigga, they don't rock like— (I just— Yeah)
(Lil Twan Music)
[Chorus: MO3]
Put a hundred-round drum on a new AR (Brrt), lurkin', finna get one of these niggas
Pull up on 'em, then we spray up cars (Bah, bah, bah), I'm tryna hurt 'em, when we catch 'em, we gon' flip 'em (Grrt)
Oh, they runnin'? But they can't run far, yeah, Desert Eagle on me, man, I'ma get 'em (Bah)
And I promise you won't see tomorrow, my young gorillas hangin' out the window
[Verse 1: BigXthaPlug]
Ayy, stay with gorillas, up and aim it at his temple
Niggas don't play because they know better
You know me, I'm 'bout paper, a go-getter
But I'm standin' 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 sellin'
I'm a gangster, 'bout mine, can't do no tellin'
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 everyday 'cause He stay blessin'
But they try me, I'm sinnin', ain't no testin'
It's a reason for all, but ain't no message
Call the pastor like, "Look, this my confession"
Now I'm back out here clutchin' on new weapons
Can't trust a ho, 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 nothin' change, I just shoot better
Mr. Big, I'm the biggest, a true stepper
Reach for this, bet your ass make the newsletter
Was just out in Miami with forty-six Glocks, fully stocked, tryna step like a gambler, ayy
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