Ridin Wit the Ak

I be on that on

On that all night, man I be on that all day

Straight up, boy, if you want me, I'll be ridin with that (Gangsta Gri-Zillz)

K, K, K, K, K, K, K, K

Time and time again, I gotta grab my phone and call Lil Wayne

"Let me use your throwaway, 'cause ** out here playin', man"

They just don't get it 'til I pop the trunk and come back with it

Barrel on the burner big enough to spit a hundred midgets

I'm from the Crescent City, moving nothing less than fifty

That's more shells than you'll find in the seat

And you don't need to know your alphabets to recognize a G

I'm in the Lambo making doughnuts, like I work for Krispy Kreme

Excuse my flossin', dog, I'm still known to tote a snub

** thought I lost all my blickas in that Katrina flood

I still got big, U-MAC-11 from '97

Sometimes, you gotta show ** better than you can tell 'em

I be on that gangster **, straight up on that gangster **

I be on that, straight up on that, I be on that gangster **

I be on that gangster **, straight up on that gangster **

I be on that, straight up on that, I be on that gangster **

I be on it, on it all night, man, I be on it all day

Straight up, boy, if you want me, I be riding with that

K (who want it?), K (who want it?), K (who want it?), K (uh)

K (who want it?), K (who want it?), K (who Want it?), K

I'm on that gangster **, I'm on that gangster **

I'm on that gangster **, I'm on that gangster **, yeah (Uh-uh)

Chevys riding, swerving out, mufflers stuffed with 'dro and blow

Mack Maine, Young Money, motto still "Fuck a ho"

Burners on the front seat, case a hater come that close

Body drop when the shotty pop, it'll prolly make your body rock

Body rock, yup, **, lean with it, rock with it

Thing'll make you lean, I be seen 'round the clock with it

See, I don't stop with it, hustle for that new money

Smelling like them new hundreds, diarrhea, loot runnin'

See, I just recruit something that help me move it every day

More workers than Mary Kay, vibing to that Mary J

I'm off the chain, like free slaves, **, I'm 'bout my chips

I'm Mack Maine, **, I'm on that gangster **

I be on that gangster **, straight up on that gangster **

I be on that, straight up on that, I be on that gangster ** (Gangsta Gri-Zillz)

I be on that gangster **, straight up on that gangster **

I be on that, straight up on that, I be on that gangster **

I be on it, on it all night, man, I be on it all day

Straight up, boy, if you want me, I be riding with that

K (who want it?), K (who want it?), K (who want it?), K (uh)

K (who want it?), K (who want it?), K (who want it?), K (uh)

I'm on that gangsta **, I'm on that gangsta **

I'm on that gangsta **, I'm on that gangsta ** (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)

Time and time again, I gotta turn around and tell Fee Dawg

"Grab that AK off my backseat, it's gon' be blood all on them, dog"

Clip longer than a **, if a ** trip, pop it on in, and give a ** that **

Pull it right over and park that whip, everybody better run when the trunk door lift

**, the only thing I'm runnin from: myself, with a gun 'til them **boys come

The ** that talk ain't talking 'bout nothing, I'm a rude boy, I murder for fun

I'm hot, **, word to the Sun, I'm the Birdman's son, I'm the chosen one

I'm the god, just looking for a nun, I'm the president: My job here is done (uh)

Chevys riding, swerving out, mufflers stuffed with 'dro and blow

Cash Money, Young Money, motto still "Fuck a ho"

Burners on the front seat, 'case a hater come that close

Body drop when the shotty pop, it'll prolly make your body rock

Lean with it (rock with it), lean with it (rock with it)

Lean with it (rock with it), snap your fingers, **

I make you lean with it (rock with it)

Make you lean with it (rock with it)

**, lean with it (rock with it)

Now, bring the hook in and tell 'em 'bout it

I be on it, on it all night, man, I be on it all day

Straight up, boy, if you want me, I be riding with that

K (who want it?), K (who want it?), K (who want it?), K (uh)

K (who want it?), K (who want it?), K (who want it?), K

I'm on that gangster **, I'm on that gangster **

I'm on that gangster **, I'm on that gangster ** (Gangsta Gri-Zillz)

We 'bout to stop 'em in they tracks

And show 'em that we root

Let's boom, get shot

We 'bout to stop 'em in they tracks

And it keep my motherfucking name

Boom, get shot, **