Lyrics Ridin Wit the Ak - Lil Wayne

Ridin Wit the Ak

I I I I be on that on that all night Man I be on that all day
Straight up boy if you want me I’ll be ridin with that 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 throw away cause niggaz out her playin man
They just don’t get it till 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 youll 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 dawg I’m still known to tote a snub
Niggaz thought I lost all my blikas in that Katrina flood
I still got big you mac eleven from ninty seven
Sometimes you gotta show niggaz better than you can tell them
I be on that gangster shit straight up on that gangster shit
I be on that straight up on that I be on that gangster shit
I I I I be on that on that all night Man I be on that all day
Straight up boy if you want me I’ll be ridin 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 gangster shit I’m on that gangster shit
I’m on that gangster shit I’m on that gangster shit
Chevys ridin swerving off mufflers stuffed with dro and blow
Mack man young money mottos still fuck a hoe
Burners on the front seat incase a hater come that close
Bodys drop when the shotty pop they’ll probably make your body rock
Body rock yep nigga lean with it rock with it Thang that make you lean I be seen round the clock with it See I don’t stop with it hustle for that new money
Smellin like them new hundreds diarrhea loop runnin
See I just recruit something that help me move it every day
More workers than mary k vibin to that mary j
I’m off the chain like three slaves bitch I’m bout my chips
I’m mac maine bitch I’m on that gangster shit
I be on that gangster shit straight up on that gangster shit
I be on that straight up on that I be on that gangster shit
I I I I be on that on that all night Man I be on that all day
Straight up boy if you want me I’ll be ridin 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 gangster shit I’m on that gangster shit
I’m on that gangster shit I’m on that gangster shit
Time and time again I gotta turn around and tell c dawg
Grab this ak off my back or theres gonna be blood all on them dawg
Clip longer than a bitch if a nigga trip pop it on in give a nigga that shit
Pull it right over and park your whip everybody gone run when the trunk gone
lift
Shit the only thing I’m runnin from myself with a gun when the po po come
The nigga that talk ain’t talking bout nothing I’m a rude boy I murder for fun
I’m hot bitch worse than the sun I’m the birdmans son I’m the chosen one
I’m the god just looking for a nun I’m the president my job here is done
Chevys ridin swerving off mufflers stuffed with dro and blow
Cash money young money mottos still fuck a hoe
Burners on the front seat in case a hater come that close
Bodys drop when the shotty pop they’ll probably make your body rock
Lean with it lean with it lean with it and snap your fingers
Make ya lean with it make ya lean with it make 'em lean with it now play the
hook
I I I I be on that on that all night Man I be on that all day
Straight up boy if you want me I’ll be ridin 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 gangster shit I’m on that gangster shit
I’m on that gangster shit I’m on that gangster shit
Lets stab 'em in they chest and show 'em that we shoot and boom get shot
Stab 'em in they chestAnd keep my motherfuckin boom
Get shot bitch