AR Lyrics – MO3, BigXthaPlug

Read the full AR lyrics by MO3, BigXthaPlug and That Mexican OT along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: MO3]
Damn (Damn)
It’s like, that’s why I don’t be understanding these n!ggas, man (I really don’t)
Like, I don’t rock like them, n!gga, they don’t rock like— (Lil Twan Music)
(I just—, yeah)

[Chorus: MO3]
Put a hundred round drum on a new AR (Brrt)
Ducking, finna one of these n!ggas
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 running? But they can’t run far, yeah

That’s a big one on me now and I’ma get him (Bah)
Then I promise you won’t see tomorrow, my young gorillas hanging out the window

[Verse 1: BigXthaPlug]
Ayy, stay with gorillas, up and aim it at his temple
N!ggas don’t play because they know better
You know me, I’m ’bout paper, a go-getter
But I’m standing on ten, fear no n!gga
Thought this life s*it was simple ’til I had a pistol
But didn’t have a dollar, start dope selling
I’m a gangster ’bout mine, can’t do no telling
Thugged alone in that cell, ain’t need no cellys
Found my way out the streets, put my life on these beats
That s*it 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 blessing
But they try me, I’m sinning, ain’t no testing
It’s a reason for all, but ain’t no message
Caught a pass, like, lil’ b!tch, my confession
Now I’m back out here clutching on new weapons
Can’t trust a ho, I went through ’em like Hugh Hefner
My son watch what I do, tell him, “Do better”
I just turrt up my state to a new level
Came from the mud, ain’t nothing 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)
Ducking, finna one of these n!ggas
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 running? But they can’t run far, yeah
That’s a big one on me now and I’ma get him (Bah)
Then I promise you won’t see tomorrow, my young gorillas hanging out the window

[Verse 2: That Mexican OT]
My gorillas hanging out of the window, like bananas, they split ’em
We getting to hit him, a venom, kill him, chew him up and then spit him
Got his blood on my denim, chopper spitting out with a rhythm
And yo’ life is with it and stealing
I’m a hero for Texas, but act like a villain
Cool, calm, collected, kicking back, chilling
Fu*k your phone number, b!tch, I want your bank digits
Hold the yoppers and choppers on my side, b!tch, just like a midget
Got a hundred round drum on a new AR
Grrt, bullets flying 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 fu*k it, we ball
With a whole lot of money, we bet it rain on him
Push up with catchers, but fu*ked around and left a stain on ’em
Get to cracking, I’m packing, never lacking, I bring the pain on ’em
Know I beat him up, 3 the king of Texas, forever living
I’m a double cup drinker, so just know I’m forever sipping
I’m a player-ass Mexican, I’m forever ever pimping
Riding on four-fours, I’m forever ever tipping
Know I beat him up, 3 the king of Texas, forever living
I’m a double cup drinker, so just know I’m forever sipping
I’m a player-ass Mexican, I’m forever ever pimping
Riding on four-fours, I’m forever ever tipping, yeah

[Chorus: MO3]
Put a hundred round drum on a new AR (Brrt)
Ducking, finna one of these n!ggas
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 running? But they can’t run far, yeah
That’s a big one on me now and I’ma get him (Bah)
Then I promise you won’t see tomorrow, my young gorillas hanging out the window

[Verse 3: MO3]
They never let another n!gga in the game (Nah)
I’m talking about killing them n!ggas tryna come for m
o get it, I’m with it, I’m ’bout to hit him
Pockets fat, got no venom
Coming to kill him and his company, yeah
Oh, a murder man, they better run from me, yeah
30, 30 with me, FN sitting up under me
They better move (Move)
Scared that I’m from Reddit too (Too)
Can’t cover up the Berretta, ooh, yeah
A n!gga 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 running? But they can’t run far, yeah
Then I promise you won’t see tomorrow