Lil Wayne – Ridin Wit the Ak Lyrics

Ridin Wit the Ak

Lil Wayne

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"Ridin Wit the Ak." - Lil Wayne

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 11:48 pm

Album: Walk It Off

Track No: 17

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 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 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
Niggas thought I lost all my blikas 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

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 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

Chevy's 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
Bodies 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 somethin' 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 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, 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 see dawg
Grab this AK off my back or 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 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 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

Chevys ridin swerving off mufflers stuffed with dro and blow
Cash money, young money mottos still fuck a hoe
Burners on the front seat incase a hater come that close
Bodies 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, 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 chest and keep my motherfuckin boom
Get shot bitch

Writer(s): Lil Wayne.

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