Letra

This that A-K mob shit Ridin' 'round with a boss bitch Moet sippin' Faded off of that boss shit Rollin' through the city, it's amazin' (bang) Never gonna see me with a basic (bitch) Never gave a fuck about a hater (no) Girl, you wanna kick it, better keep it (low) Low, low, low, my eyes so low Throw money in the sky, falling down slow-mo Black hoodie on with the hat to the back South Gate City, put it back on the map (yeah, yeah) I rep it too hard, like Wicho's back Keep the memory alive like Wicho's back Lookin' at my homies, where the weed smoke at? And I'm coming through your door like the repo man Ski-mask on, better tell me where the money at (yeah) Came up, now tell me where the honey's at (where?) Tattoos on her face, my description Garbage ass rappers, I put 'em on a hit list (oh yeah) All you pussy boys should hold hands together (oh yeah) While me and my team get cash together (oh yeah) And I hope you motherfuckers stay mad forever (oh yeah) Better take a good look, you ain't at my level Late night dinner with Italian broads Calling bitches other names 'cause I'm handlin' broads Mexican boy trying to make it to the big leagues The word's out, now my ex-girl miss me This that A-K mob shit Ridin' 'round with a boss bitch Moet sippin' Faded off of that boss shit We ridin' through your city Rollin' with the windows down (down) Smoking on that loud (loud) Blowin' on a pound (pound) We ridin' through your city Rollin' with the windows down (down) Smoking on that loud (loud) Blowin' on a pound (pound) It's that A-K mob shit Ridin' 'round with a boss bitch Moet sippin' Faded off of that boss shit I ride around in my new whip (uh) Flexin' with my new bitch (uh) My shoes white like Cool Whip (uh) My goons keep that tool equipped I walk around all cool and shit (yeah) Bitches acting like, "Who is this?" D.B. from that mob click (bitch) And I'm always smokin' that bomb shit (yeah) Smokin' weed on the couch (couch) She got a blunt in her mouth (mouth) I got a P on my hat (hat) I'm always reppin' my town (town) Yo, all my soldiers stay ready (ready) They want that, so they cop that And all my women look good (good) Small waist with a fat ass They already know what I like (like) I only shoot, I don't fight (fight) I smoke out the wood pipe (pipe) And I stay blazin' all night (that's right) That's that A-K (A-K...) That A-K mob life Always keepin' it on sight I break 'em off with that act right (uh) This that A-K mob shit Ridin' 'round with a boss bitch Moet sippin' Faded off of that boss shit We ridin' through your city Rollin' with the windows down (down) Smoking on that loud (loud) Blowin' on a pound (pound) We ridin' through your city Rollin' with the windows down (down) Smoking on that loud (loud) Blowin' on a pound (pound) This that A-K mob shit Ridin' 'round with a boss bitch Moet sippin' Faded off of that boss shit (that boss shit, that boss shit...) Ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Writer(s): Alex Gonzalez, Rigoberto Jonathan Diaz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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