[ Featuring BigXthaPlug, That Mexican OT ]
Damn (damn)
It's like, that's why I don't be understandin' these niggas, man (I really don't)
I don't rock like them, nigga, they don't rock like- (Lil Twan Music)
Put a hundred round drum on a new AR (brrt)
Lookin', finna get one of these niggas
Pull up on 'em, then we spray up cars (bah, bah, bah)
I'm tryna hurt him, when we catch him, we gon' flip him (grrt)
Oh, they runnin'? But they can't run far, yeah
Desert Eagle on me now and I'ma get him (bah)
And I promise you won't see tomorrow, my young gorillas hangin' out the window
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 cellys
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 it
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
Caught a pass, 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 turnt 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 Nu Gamma, ayy
Put a hundred round drum on a new AR (brrt)
Lookin', finna get one of these niggas
Pull up on 'em, then we spray up cars (bah, bah, bah)
I'm tryna hurt him, when we catch him, we gon' flip him (grrt)
Oh, they runnin'? But they can't run far, yeah
Desert Eagle on me now and I'ma get him (bah)
And I promise you won't see tomorrow, my young gorillas hangin' out the window
My gorillas hangin' out of the window, like bananas, they split 'em
We gettin' to hit him, a venom, kill him, chew him up and then spit him
Got his blood on my denim, chopper spittin' out with a rhythm
And yo' life is with it and stealin'
I'm a hero for Texas, but act like a villain
Cool, calm, collected, kickin' back, chillin'
F*ck 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 and got no names on 'em
Blue tips inside of this clip, we push up and we bang on him
Pull him tighter than True Religion, let 'em hang on him
Yeah, the haters gon' hate, but f*ck it, we ball
With a whole lot of money, we bet it rain on him
Push up with ketchup, but f*cked 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)
Put a hundred round drum on a new AR (brrt)
Lookin', finna get one of these niggas
Pull up on 'em, then we spray up cars (bah, bah, bah)
I'm tryna hurt him, when we catch him, we gon' flip him (grrt)
Oh, they runnin'? But they can't run far, yeah
Desert Eagle on me now and I'ma get him (bah)
And I promise you won't see tomorrow, my young gorillas hangin' out the window
They never let another nigga in the game (nah)
I'm talkin' about killin' them niggas tryna come for me
Go get it, I'm with it, I'm 'bout to hit him
Like a snake I throw venom
Comin' to kill him and his company (yeah)
Oh, the murder man, they better run from me (yeah)
30, 30 on me, FN sittin' up under me
They better move (move)
Set it off, I'm ready too (boom)
Can't get caught with the Berretta, ooh (yeah)
A nigga really feel like I never lose
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
