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 

[2x] 

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 

[2x] 

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 

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