Music Video

MO3 & That Mexican OT - AR (Official Video) (feat. BigXthaPlug)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MO3
MO3
Vocals
That Mexican OT
That Mexican OT
Vocals
BigXthaPlug
BigXthaPlug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Xavier Landum
Xavier Landum
Songwriter
Melvin Noble
Melvin Noble
Songwriter
VIRGIL GAZCA
VIRGIL GAZCA
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fatboy Fresh
Fatboy Fresh
Producer
Lil Twan Music
Lil Twan Music
Producer
Bigg Cuzz
Bigg Cuzz
Recording Engineer
Sean Sauce Chapman
Sean Sauce Chapman
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Unknown Author, Xavier Landum, Virgil R Gazca, Melvin Noble Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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