(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