[Intro — Distorted Auto-Tune] Eight! Three! Oh! Crunk kids, where you at? Uvalde, turn it up! Let’s lose control! [Verse 1 — Crunk Rap] Pull up deep when the daylight dies, Neon in the street, red stars in our eyes. Bass in the trunk make the whole block shake, Party so loud, make the concrete break! Hands in the air, let the night unfold, We came for the chaos—we’re losing control! From the north to the south, everybody knows: When the 8-3-0 turns up, anything goes! [Pre-Chorus — Screamed] Throw! Your! Hands! Up! Everybody get crunk! Turn that bass up louder— Let me see you jump! [Chorus — Lines 1 and 3 Sung, Lines 2 and 4 Screamed] [Auto-Tuned Singing] Let’s go to the 8-3-0!!!! [Screamed] Blunts hitting hard as we smoke! [Auto-Tuned Singing] Bottles up, let’s lose control!!!! [Screamed] Cross-faded, sticky-icky dro! [Post-Chorus — Gang Chant] Eight-three-oh! Eight-three-oh! Crunk kids losing control! Eight-three-oh! Eight-three-oh! Turn it up and let it blow! [Verse 2 — Rap/Scream Trade-Off] Black lights flashing, everybody wild, MySpace attitude with a crooked smile. Snap one picture—make the profile glow, Then dive right back when the bass drops low! Shoes untied and my shirt inside out, Don’t know what happened, but I’m screaming it loud! We don’t need sleep, let the sunrise show— We’re the out-of-control kids of the 8-3-0! [Breakdown — Screamed] GET CRUNK! LOSE CONTROL! FEEL THAT 808 INSIDE YOUR SOUL! [Electronic Drop] Eight! Three! Eight! Three! Eight-three-oh! Crunk! Kids! Crunk! Kids! Lose control! [Final Chorus — Bigger Gang Vocals] [Auto-Tuned Singing] Let’s go to the 8-3-0!!!! [Screamed] Blunts hitting hard as we smoke! [Auto-Tuned Singing] Bottles up, let’s lose control!!!! [Screamed] Cross-faded, sticky-icky dro! [Outro — Distorted Vocoder] From Uvalde, Texas to wherever you go— Stay loud, stay wild… Eight-three-oh!
