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.
[Ver1:]
Time and time again I gotta grab my phone and call Lil Wayne
Let me use your throwaway cause niggas out here 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 you'll find in the sea
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
Niggas thought I lost all my blickas in that Katrina flood
I still got big you mac eleven from ninty-seven
Sometimes you gotta show niggas better than you can tell them.
[Hook]
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.
[Ver2:]
Chevys ridin' swerving low, mufflers stuffed with dro and blow
Mack Maine Young Money, motto's still "fuck a ho"
Burners on the front seat case a hater come that close
Bodies drop when the shotty pop they'll probably make your body rock
Body rock, yep nigga lean with it rock with it
Thing 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 loot runnin'
See I just recruit something that help me move it every day
More workers than Mary Kay, vibin' to that mary j
I'm off the chain like free slaves, bitch I'm bout my chips
I'm Mac Maine bitch I'm on that gangster shit.
[Hook]
[Ver3:]
Time and time again I gotta turn around and tell C Dawg
Grab this AK off my back seat -- there's 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 that whip; everybody better run when the trunk don't lift
Shit the only thing I'm runnin' from: myself with a gun till 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, 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.
[Hook]
Chevys ridin' swerving off mufflers stuffed with dro and blow
Cash money young money mottos still fuck a ho
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.
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