808 (feat. Dutchavelli, DigDat & B Young)

Beatfreakz

Everywhere I go, I'm hearing my name
Now she might fuck 'cause I'm wearing my chain
How many times did we do it in the sun (how many times?)
Then still try drill it in the rain? (Drill that)
Put clip on insert (cop that)
My phone on not disturb (brrt)
Flat heads, they hurt
This spin tings works so you will get turnt (turnt)

650 on my shirt
I'm on my job and I don't go work (nah)
Hit OT in a beatdown whip
We was tryna get there through ways (skrrt)
M-way trips, man scurry and hurry
And two in a Q's of beige (dutty, dutty)
All these spots, not acne
Them boy weren't in the fields like Hackney (never)

Shotgun holds two batteries (twinning)
Them niggas buying Loubs
Don't put your stack on shoes (don't do it)
I know Esther, she's so bad, send nudes
And wanna do the whole of my crew (badders)
'Preciate my broski
If it gets smokey, I know he'll shoot (smoke)

Too many court days so I seen all them Serco vans (neoww)
And I smoke too much biscotti
I was in the T-house serving grams (jugg)
This grey ting smelling all mad (ugh)
Now I'm glad that I just got brain (yuck)
Had Serco losing my crop
Got back to the wing, tryna file complaints (shit then)

Huh, young boy, where you from?
I been here all along
We've been living off crumbs
Brodie beating off drums
Oh, the ting come like 808 (huh)
No face, no case (huh)
Why you home so late?
Big MAC got me keeping shape

Young boy, where you from?
I been here all along
We've been living off crumbs
Brodie beating off drums
Oh, the ting come like 808 (huh) (Velli)
No face, no case (huh)
Why you home so late? (Yeah)
Ayy, you're making a big mistake

Got kitchen knives and blickys
Sticky, don't get shot like Ricky (baow)
Right here, it gets slippery
Back that flicky, Beezy way too dippy (back it)
Look, I ain't got time, slop that quickly
Lord knows she pretty (yeah)
You know Dutch too drippy
Beige and Whitney, flick my wrist, 360 (flick)

I ain't no pitney, don't act silly
New dot-dot, I just linked a gypsy
Too G'd up, we won't leave it pretty (nope)
Whenever we touch the city (facts)
I'm in the T-house, I get busy
From a yout, man, I fell in love with Lizzie (trust)
It's Dutch from the fifth
I get love in the six like Drizzy

Bust down Rollie (yeah)
Know me, I'm a boss for really
I can get you touched without touching things (hands off)
That's why I got love for the killys (love)
I'm with Kash in a G63
On God, we came so far from a Mini
Facts, run through more than a quarter of a milli'

Young boy, where you from? (Aha)
I been here all along (facts)
We've been living off crumbs
Brodie beating off drums
Oh, the ting come like 808 (huh)
No face, no case (huh)
Why you home so late?
Big MAC got me keeping shape

Young boy, where you from?
I been here all along
We've been living off crumbs
Brodie beating off drums
Oh, the ting come like 808 (huh)
No face, no case (huh)
Why you home so late?
Ayy, you're making a big mistake

Beatfreakz



Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Tokosi, Stephen Allen, Jahmori Dejon Simmons, Bertan Jafer, Obi Fred Obele, Uche Ben Obele
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