text: Hey, oh, okay, okay
  Ayy, low
  Got it for the low
  Okay, okay
  Got it for the low 
  Fuck
  808 Mafia!
  Fuck these niggas talking , all these niggas hating 
  Put them in a coffin , coughin like Im Weezy 
  All these bitches sleezy, gimme sloppy toppy
  Blowing on some reefer, riding in two seaters 
  Indica, sativa, always smoking greener
  Riding in the beamer , slaughtering your daughter
  In her mouth I put that water , sipping on that Fiji 
  When I smoke doja , put you in a coma 
  Test us, you dont want it , pull up in the Polars 
  Bullets aiming on ya, riding with my soldiers 
  All these bitches want us, flock us like they vlogging 
  They wish that we was fuckin, smoking all of summer 
  Might pop a xan , thats only if I wanna 
  Nigga really geekin , fuckin with no feelings 
  Cause a nigga heartless , pussy, I done parted
  Call a nigga Moses , Ima slide up in it 
  Ayy, pull up , Let it rip 
  Ayy, pull up , Fuck a nigga bitch 
  Ayy, pull up , Skrrt, skrrt 
  Ayy, pull up , Skrrt, skrrt 
  808 Mafia!, Ayy
  Droppin a four in my cup , movin the weight in the truck 
  When I pull off, my tires be lookin like scuff 
  Lay a nigga down like a motherfucking brush, uh 
  Bitch tryna put me in a cuff, whip the snow like buff 
  Got soap like Dove , nigga broke like Crush, uh 
  Pull up in a truck, too much money, my nigga, aint enough 
  Pockets on double stuff, rocket on, blow it up
  I got it, I throw it, I throw it, I throw it up
  Drink in the cup and I pour it up, pour it up
  Shooting like movies, Im shooting my uzi
  My kick be on Bruce Lee, she lick me like smoothie
  Then jump in the Uber, I fuck her and lose her 
  When Im mad at Houston, bitch badder than Boosie 
  Ayy, its lit , my wrist, my bitch 
  Okay, its ice , this shit, its lit, its lit 
  Okay, my bitch , my wrist, its ice 
  This shit , okay, my wrist 
  My bitch , let me get it, let me get it, okay 
  I like to fuck her on camera, ayy
  Dirty Fantas with my menace, ayy
  Pull up and pop me a Xanny, ayy 
  Dont know where the hell Im standin, ayy 
  Probably somewhere, Tropicana, ayy, I had to get me a Fanta, ayy
  Dirty double cup, no panic, ayy, got the pack, just like a fanny, ayy
  Baby blowin bubble gum , bet she got them bubble guts 
  I hit the pussy, uppercut , fatality the little slut 
  Ridin in a fuckin rocket, Jimmy Neutron, ray gun poppin 
  Nail the witch out by the lake, I bet she give me sloppy toppy Gotta head to the side like a deer 
  Bitch want me to see how Im actin, but got no mirror 
  Bitch I just be turnin the fuck up, bitch aint it clear?
  And Im bout my dough just like Im Homer, give me a beer
  How the hell you geekin for a lookout, cant see her 
  You say you be pourin lean, now its clear 
  That a nigga name Brett Elliot a queer
  And I beat his ass while he was working, oh yeah, yeah
  Ayy, yeah, ayy
  Yeah, yeah, okay
  808 Mafia!
  Fuck nigga, all is an enemy, dark is a friend of me 
  I tend to nut on the face of my enemies 
  Rather be dead than migrate my vicinity 
  Did fight that pussy, bitch, we call that frenemies 
  Dark abyss, cold night , cracked skull with a cold pipe 
  Pussy nigga, show no fright, aw shit, you not a goat right? 
  X so cold, ayy, bitch so woke 
  Wrist dont froze , bitch, dont fold 
  Fuck nigga choke , that pistol fuckin blow 
  A ratchet with the stick, my niggas at your throat
   A fuck nigga paid 
  Take your work and flex Runnin up a check 
  I rob, received a net , my bitch suck water to your set 
  To front you for the sex , but then she sucked that fuckin dick
  Boy, she finessed you for your check 
  You talkin all that fuckin shit, you wasnt bout it 
  I snatch up Lily, take a pic of that bitch sucking 
  Four deep, bed sheets, skeet stains on her knees 
  I make your bitch recite a script just like she makin a movie
  God damn, oh, oh, oh, yeah, money ho 
  Money bag bitch , monkey bag ho 
  Monkey bag, fuck nigga
  Yeah, lil bitch, yes, lil bitch, yes
  Lil bitch, ayy, 808 Mafia!
  Fuck nigga