808 (feat. Lu Maru)

Yeah, Yeah
Huh, huh, huh, huh, Uh
Grah

This shit hard like eight o eight
Ball on these boys like fade away
I got the juice like Gatorade
He talking on me ain't no way
Got a Tommy on me let it spray
I flex on ya'll like little Tay
I woke up get some bread today
Hey, hey
I'm balling out with a forty
I'm balling out with a sixty
I got your bitch and she miss me
I got your bitch she gone kiss me
Uh why they be hating on Disn3y
Yeah, Uh
I don't know
That shit on her playlist yeah just go check her phone

I put diamonds on my neck and on my wrist
You know they glow
I'm super rich may steal your bitch and leave you all alone
Put a Smith and Wesson on my hip I don't do toe to toe
I load it up and cock it back and then I let it blow
Just popped a Xanny
Feel like Danny coz I just went ghost
Yeah these boys are like some Parakeets
They trying to steal the sauce
You can't copy me I'm buying shit and I ain't check the cost
I got drip on me Like Voss
Flexed up coz I'm a boss

Gun shoot them eight o eight smoking gas fadeaway
Give you a promise hope you won't break it
Killer in the making
Put my dick up inside yo bitch yeah she took it
Took my kids hell yeah
Being Fr uh ya dig
Bite my neck vampire fang she trying to take my like away
Talk off his neck and you disrespecting pull up with my Choppa his life to pay
You Niggas ain't straight looking like a gay parade
Smoking gas to the face ya dig
Fucking with my brain ya dig
Fucking with my crew then you gonna get sprayed
Ain't no four k trey but who gonna die today
I'm not a producer my niggas producing my Choppa gone sound like eight o eight
Her cat I abuse it I fucking her to this music and I busted all over her face

This shit hard like eight o eight
Ball on these boys like fade away
I got the juice like Gatorade
He talking on me ain't no way
Got a Tommy on me let it spray
I flex on ya'll like little Tay
I woke up get some bread today
Hey, hey

Bitch I'm a dog but I still get the kitty
Got a chop on my lap while I ride through the city
Got a strap on my lap and you know we get busy
Put some ice on my neck and that cost me one fifty
And I ride with a strap just incase they attack
Got the iron on me get shot in the back
Yeah where is yo homies we smoking that pack
You think that we lying but that's just a fact
This not a show but I know how to act
Put a chrome to your dome now we make it compact
She tell me she love me I know that's a trap
If life is a race then I'm running the lap
If I stay with my bro's they gone keep me a strap
I'm just talking my shit I don't even need cap
No, no, no, no, no



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Writer(s): Ov3rfl0w Chad
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