808 lyrics

If we buckin' shells, we duckin' 12s, and nothin' sells, it's f*ckin' Hell (Nothing)
Stuff a L, puff 'n tell, sh*t is swell, we doin' well (We alright)
Not everybody low-key (Get low)
You know me, I'mma B-O-T, OD (OD)
Uh, and I ain't dressed in some designer sh*t (Nope)
I'm grindin' b*tch, marijuana flips and you can't find my whips (You can't find 'em)
My time is now, yo' time is up, I time this sh*t (Okay)
They print it up, I read it through, I signed that sh*t (Let's go)
Mey told me get a track, go rap on that, I got yo' back (Go)
Go make racks off rap (Let's go)
That's a fact (uh), scratch, no cap on that (Cap)
I'm in the trap, in black, got crack, I'm strapped (Crack, crack)
Cop coke and dance on it like Ayo & Taylor (What?)
Custom tires on the new coupe, mustard and mayo
Heyyyy!
What?
Heyyyy!
Uh, haha, uh