Lyrics 808 (feat. dutchavelli, DigDat & B Young) - Da Beatfreakz , B Young , Dutchavelli , DigDat
Beatfreakz
Everywhere
I
go,
I'm
hearing
my
name
Now
she
might
fuck
'cause
I'm
wearing
my
chain
How
many
times
did
we
do
it
in
the
sun
(how
many
times?)
Then
still
try
drill
it
in
the
rain?
(Drill
that)
Put
clip
on
insert
(cop
that)
My
phone
on
not
disturb
(brrt)
Flat
heads,
they
hurt
This
spin
tings
works
so
you
will
get
turnt
(turnt)
650
on
my
shirt
I'm
on
my
job
and
I
don't
go
work
(nah)
Hit
OT
in
a
beatdown
whip
We
was
tryna
get
there
through
ways
(skrrt)
M-way
trips,
man
scurry
and
hurry
And
two
in
a
Q's
of
beige
(dutty,
dutty)
All
these
spots,
not
acne
Them
boy
weren't
in
the
fields
like
Hackney
(never)
Shotgun
holds
two
batteries
(twinning)
Them
niggas
buying
Loubs
Don't
put
your
stack
on
shoes
(don't
do
it)
I
know
Esther,
she's
so
bad,
send
nudes
And
wanna
do
the
whole
of
my
crew
(badders)
'Preciate
my
broski
If
it
gets
smokey,
I
know
he'll
shoot
(smoke)
Too
many
court
days
so
I
seen
all
them
Serco
vans
(neoww)
And
I
smoke
too
much
biscotti
I
was
in
the
T-house
serving
grams
(jugg)
This
grey
ting
smelling
all
mad
(ugh)
Now
I'm
glad
that
I
just
got
brain
(yuck)
Had
Serco
losing
my
crop
Got
back
to
the
wing,
tryna
file
complaints
(shit
then)
Huh,
young
boy,
where
you
from?
I
been
here
all
along
We've
been
living
off
crumbs
Brodie
beating
off
drums
Oh,
the
ting
come
like
808
(huh)
No
face,
no
case
(huh)
Why
you
home
so
late?
Big
MAC
got
me
keeping
shape
Young
boy,
where
you
from?
I
been
here
all
along
We've
been
living
off
crumbs
Brodie
beating
off
drums
Oh,
the
ting
come
like
808
(huh)
(Velli)
No
face,
no
case
(huh)
Why
you
home
so
late?
(Yeah)
Ayy,
you're
making
a
big
mistake
Got
kitchen
knives
and
blickys
Sticky,
don't
get
shot
like
Ricky
(baow)
Right
here,
it
gets
slippery
Back
that
flicky,
Beezy
way
too
dippy
(back
it)
Look,
I
ain't
got
time,
slop
that
quickly
Lord
knows
she
pretty
(yeah)
You
know
Dutch
too
drippy
Beige
and
Whitney,
flick
my
wrist,
360
(flick)
I
ain't
no
pitney,
don't
act
silly
New
dot-dot,
I
just
linked
a
gypsy
Too
G'd
up,
we
won't
leave
it
pretty
(nope)
Whenever
we
touch
the
city
(facts)
I'm
in
the
T-house,
I
get
busy
From
a
yout,
man,
I
fell
in
love
with
Lizzie
(trust)
It's
Dutch
from
the
fifth
I
get
love
in
the
six
like
Drizzy
Bust
down
Rollie
(yeah)
Know
me,
I'm
a
boss
for
really
I
can
get
you
touched
without
touching
things
(hands
off)
That's
why
I
got
love
for
the
killys
(love)
I'm
with
Kash
in
a
G63
On
God,
we
came
so
far
from
a
Mini
Facts,
run
through
more
than
a
quarter
of
a
milli'
Young
boy,
where
you
from?
(Aha)
I
been
here
all
along
(facts)
We've
been
living
off
crumbs
Brodie
beating
off
drums
Oh,
the
ting
come
like
808
(huh)
No
face,
no
case
(huh)
Why
you
home
so
late?
Big
MAC
got
me
keeping
shape
Young
boy,
where
you
from?
I
been
here
all
along
We've
been
living
off
crumbs
Brodie
beating
off
drums
Oh,
the
ting
come
like
808
(huh)
No
face,
no
case
(huh)
Why
you
home
so
late?
Ayy,
you're
making
a
big
mistake
Beatfreakz
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