(Ayo 808!) (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah) Talk down on gang, then your ass dead Oh, that's your bitch, we just had fun How I got ten bands, you don't have one? Shoot at his legs now he can't run Put that boy in a wheelchair Off Whites, you cannot afford these pairs Boy said you got racks, I can't see where That lil' boy always watching, yeah, he stare Woke up and make a few hundreds I spent a bag up in London Bitch I got racks in abundance If I pull up that boy gon' run Talk down on gang, then your ass dead Oh, that's your bitch, we just had fun How I got ten bands, you don't have one? Shoot at his legs now he can't run