Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This that AK mob shit
Ridin' round with a boss bitch
Moet sippin'
Faded off of that boss shit
[Verse 2]
Rollin' through the city, it's amazing (Bang)
Never gonna see me with a basic (Bitch)
Never give 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, fallin' down slow mo
Black hoodie on with the hat to the back
South Gate City, put it back on the map
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 comin' through your door like the repo man
Ski-mask on, better tell me where the money at
Came up, now tell me where the honey's at
Tattoos on her face, my description
Garbage ass rappers, I put 'em on the hit list
All you pussy boys should hold hands together
While me and my team get cash together
And I hope you motherfuckers stay mad forever
Better take a good look, you ain't at my level
Late night dinner with Italian broads
Callin' bitches other names 'cause I'm handlin' broads
Mexican boy, tryna make it to the big leagues
The word's out, now my ex-girl miss me
[Verse 3]
This that AK mob shit
Ridin' round with a boss bitch
Moet sippin'
Faded off of that boss shit
[Verse 4]
We ridin' through your city, rollin' with the windows down
Smokin' on that loud, blowin' on a pound
We ridin' through your city, rollin' with the windows down
Smokin' on that loud, blowin' on a pound
[Verse 5]
This that AK mob shit
Ridin' round with a boss bitch
Moet sippin'
Faded off of that boss shit
[Verse 6]
I ride around in my new whip
Flexin' with my new bitch
My shoes white like Cool Whip
My goons keep that tool equipped
I walk around all cool and shit
Bitches actin' like, who is this?
D.B. from that Mob Click
And I'm always smokin' that bomb shit
Smokin' weed on the couch
She got a blunt in her mouth
I got a P on my hat
I'm always reppin' my town
Yo, all my soldiers stay ready
They want that, so they cop that
And all my women look good
Small waist with a fat ass
They already know what I like
I only shoot, I don't fight
I smoke out the wood pipe
And I stay blazin' all night (That's right)
That's that AK
That AK mob life
Always keepin' it on sight
I break 'em off with that act right
[Verse 7]
This that AK mob shit
Ridin' round with a boss bitch
Moet sippin'
Faded off of that boss shit
[Verse 8]
We ridin' through your city, rollin' with the windows down
Smokin' on that loud, blowin' on a pound
We ridin' through your city, rollin' with the windows down
Smokin' on that loud, blowin' on a pound
[Verse 9]
This that AK mob shit
Ridin' round with a boss bitch
Moet sippin'
Faded off of that boss shit
Written by: Alex Gonzalez, Rigoberto Jonathan Diaz
