Chuck Inglish - 808z lyrics

[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