808 Songtext
von River Attano

Poppin′ off right from the start
Pure smoke almost like i'm hotboxin′ the room.
Cant lie I be feelin' like a menace
Might just take you bitches out, clean sweep, no broom.
Yeah I let 'em have their fun, while I worked on myself
Now I′m back, better gimme some room.
They don′t know what they in for
Hit 'em like an 808, when the bass goes Boom.

I′m the type to get a bag and spend a couple racks
Just to ball out on the rims of my coupe. (Sheesh)
I'm the type to spark a motherfucker in the face
Just for tryna play me like a goddamn fool. (Word)
They wanna keep me at the bottom so I play my cards
Then reverse it on ′em like a move from Uno. (Hah)
I'm in a whole different league, they want beef
But I′m so far up they couldn't hit me with a low blow. (Yeah)


When imma get 'em under pressure
Yeah they gon′ remember
Venomous with the bars
The Symbiote on Eddie Brock Jealous (Drra Da Da)
Takin′ 'em through the flames, hell and back I′m feelin' devilish
I′m fillin' ′em with some fear
Doctor Crane shook in seconds (Drra Da Da)
Pickin' the feathers off their wings, watch 'em fall like they Icarus
I′m rockin′ it with the bars
But I know they ain't feelin′ em (Drra Da)
I'm killin′ it like I'm in a horror film
There ain′t nobody left (Sheesh)
Poppin' off like an automatic, better catch a breath.

Always tryna' chase a bag, fuck a trap
Not the one to fuck around and sell drugs and get trapped (Word)
Know a couple guys flexin′ on snap, cut the crap
Thinkin′ you some hot shit like who let you get gassed. (Huh)
From chill to aggressive like I'm fuckin′ bipolar
In the fast lane like I never seen a hard shoulder (Damn)
Keep it at Top Gear like the show does (Grrrr)
Aim for me now that's impractical, you a joker

(Joker, Joker, Joker, Joker
Joker, Joker, Joker, Joker
Joker, Joker, Joker, Joker
J-J-J-Joker)

Fuck tryna′ wait (Ooh, Ooh)
I will raise up the stakes (Ooh, Ooh)
Take their face off (Ooh, Ooh)
I don't need a feature from Dwayne (Ooh, Drra)


Throw ′em off a pedestal, bitch move (Uh)
Fallin' so far, shoulda' had a parachute (Hah)
Got me on a boss motherfucker type of mood (Word)
This ain′t even my peak, treat it like a prelude
To the ones hatin′ on me, better line up in queue
Imma get to y'all when I stock up on fucks to give around. (Huh)
Call me what you want but don′t forget what I'm about (Yeah)
I′m seeing through you all like a fuckin' ultrasound. (Da Da)

Poppin′ off right from the start
Pure smoke almost like I'm hotboxin' the room. (Drra Da Da)
Cant lie I be feelin′ like a menace (Sheesh)
Might just take you bitches out
Clean sweep, no broom. (Drra Da Da)
Yeah I let ′em have their fun, while I worked on myself (Hah)
Now I'm back, better gimme some room. (Drra Da Da)
They don′t know what they in for
Hit 'em like an 808 (Ooh, Ooh)
When the bass goes Boom. (Ooh, Ooh)