[Intro Doja Cat] Smokin' an 8th Smokin' an 8th Smokin' an 8th, 8th, 8th Smokin' an 8th Smokin' an 8th Smokin' an 8th, 8th, 8th (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Doja Cat] Back in my 8th Fuck your rosé Sippin' that late-late-latest Smoking the 8th Copping your bae Look at your face, face, face And call me insane I won't confront Y'all niggas lunch, I'ma negate Yes I am hungry I ain't a bully You got the 20, I got 3k I'm broken artist, I'm Bobby Brown, yeah you might be [?] Wait, wait Was it too soon or was it too late? Fuck it I'm cray cray cray Swaggin' all year Swag till I die You just swaggin' today Hey, thanks Thanks for the mention, thanks for the tension, thanks for raise, thanks, hey, yeah, ayy But [?] gon' take it away, yeah, ayy, ayy But [?] gon' take it away, yeah
[Verse 2: Tru Heru] What is life like? Uh, ayy It's that night life nigga, uh Is that moonlight When the moon right I'm on two strikes nigga, uh Tryna get it together I'm sick as whatever I'm too right nigga, uh I'm in tune right nigga, uh I'm that moon type yeah, yeah, uh, uh I'm the sun stars in the room type Make 'em do right I'm too godly, wait I'm too oddly The realest nigga in the room I be, uh I told you niggas man I'm too godly You never comprehend this It's rare I even exist Bitch tap me off your list Just swear to God I did this before Swear to God I ain't miss before Reasons why you hate this you know? I'm thinking bout shit What's the reason 'bout shit? Baby better off if I chill I'd be better off with my pills I'm just going thru shit, wait Y'all thinkin' too much I'm just knowing [?]
[Verse 3: Doja Cat] Thru shit, bitches going thru shit Y'all don't know this new whip Y'all don't own this new crib When your flow get too big Know this new shit Hold your two kids That is no read That's my two cents Baby we need a revolution Beg on your knees but I know your new chick It's in the jeans boy you know that boob thick You know that boob big Gotta show the douche shit Over seas on the coast [?] blue jet Boutta go to Houston, na, na, na, na, na
[Verse 4: Tru Heru] Hey, have you ever thought about the villa over out in Africa Have you ever thought about the way your body hold the traffic up They ain't bad enough I'm the mother fucking man, hey They don't ever understand, you I'm too ultra, yeah, but I'm never owning that I could never own enough, no I'm forever owning that too, shit My shit some of your shit Feel, like I'm seasick by the ocean Wait, oh shit, wait Who the fuck are you supposed to be? How you even get close to me? Remember people never notice me I'm lying Always been in a nice spotlight Probably cause I'm from a dark place She don't even make my heart race no more No more, no more, no, no more She don't even make my She don't even make my heart race no moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.