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AR (feat. BigXthaPlug)

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歌词
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