[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
[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 2: That Mexican OT]
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 four fours, I'm forever, ever tippin' (Yeah)
[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 3: MO3]
They never let another nigga in the game (Nah), I'm thinkin' about killin' them niggas tryna come for me
Go get it, I'm with 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 thirty 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
[Outro: MO3]
Put a hundred-round drum on a 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
