[Intro: Unknown Vocalist]
I like my 808s real low
Some 12s in the back, the back, the back
I like my 808s real low
Some 12s in the back, the back, the back
I like my 808s real low
Some 12s in the back, the back, the back
This ba** was made for you
I like my 808s real low
Some 12s in the back
[Verse 1: Stalley]
Oh sh**, Stalley pulled back up with 15s in the trunk
Blowing J's of the skunk
Nike Cortez, tan Dickies cuffed up
Got savages on my side, don't get your man snuffed
They been with me since chasing down that ice cream truck
My n***as specialize in bagging grams and doing stick-ups
Midwest get the money, ain't nobody messing with us
With fat bu*ts and no extensions, that's how we living
And mama ain't raise no punks, we was the shiddit
Riding around with base in the trunk, so ya'll hear it
[Chorus: Scratched Sample]
10-inch speakers
We O.G. riding
10-inch speakers
We came up and came down
I like my 808s real low
[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]
You knowing just what time it is x3
The forest fire with my wire
Detroit n***as need a Cartier sponsorship
Watch the Pistons move the Palace downtown for this
Copping this Chevy, big boxes on Pirellis
Heavy a** pieces with the two-tone Pelle
Pull up on you with it, you ain't gotta get ready
I'm about to bounce with down, so leave the rest on shake
The Celtics 33 on that hardwood parquet
Toss the ball inbounds
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Stalley]
It's tradition how we sit in these rides
Bucket seats, leather and wood when we dip and we slide
4Gs gripping the tires
At the flash of an eye
Kids point like "my car!"
Women drop jaw
Drive slow baby, word to 'Ye and Paul Wall
That's the code baby, when you stunt and you ball
My 808s break hearts, my 3's is unmarked
My shirt is heavy starch, I'll show you how to stay sharp
These n***as that talk cars, I swear I rip 'em apart
Toss the ball inbounds I need to run this play
Then catch me in the drive thru, cause I ain't eat all day