8th

[Intro: Doja Cat] (What is life like?) (Yeah) 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, Tru Heru] Back on my 8th, fuck your rosé Sippin' that la-la-latest Smokin’ that 8th, cuffin’ yo’ bae Look at yo’ face, face, face And call me insane, I won't confront Y'all niggas lunch, I'ma negate 'Less I am hungry, I ain't a bully You got a 20? I got 3k I broke an artist I'm Bobbi Brown, yeah, you Mary Kay 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 the race, thanks, hey, yuh (Aye) But Juicy gon' take it away, aye (Aye, aye) But Juicy gon' take it away [Verse 2: Tru Heru, Doja Cat, Both] Aye, uh What is life like? Uh, aye If I died, like, nigga, uh It’s 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, yuh, uh, uh I'm that 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, aye I told you niggas, man, I'm too Godly You never comprehend this It’s rare I even exist Bitch, top me off your list Bro, I swear to God, I did this before Swear to God, I ain't miss before Reason why you hear this, you know? (8th) I'm thinkin’ bout shit, uh (Smokin' that 8th, smokin' that 8th, 8th, 8th) What's the reason 'bout shit? Uh (Smokin' that 8th) Baby, better off if I chill (Smokin' that 8th, smokin' that 8th, 8th, 8th) I'd be better off with my pills, aye I just know it do shit, wait Y'all thinkin' too much I just know it, uh, uh-huh I just know it do shit I just hope it do shit Yea I know it- [Verse 3: Doja Cat] Do shit Bitches goin’ through 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 yo’ new chick It's in the genes Boy, you know that boo sick You know that boob big Gotta show the douche shit Overseas on the coast, Anubis, and boast no Blue Jet Boutta go to Houston, aye Na-na-na-na-ahh Na-na-na-na-ahh Na-na-na-na-ahh Na-na-na-na-ahh [Verse 4: Tru Heru, Doja Cat] Aye, have you ever thought about a villa over out in Africa? Have you ever thought about the way your body hold the traffic up? They ain't bad enough, yeah, ay I'm the motherfuckin’ man, eh They don't ever understand you I'm too untrue, yeah, but I'm never ownin' up, nah (Smokin' that 8th, smokin' that 8, smokin' that 8th, 8th, 8th) I could never own enough, no (Smokin' that 8th, smokin' that 8th, smokin' that 8th, 8th, 8th) I'm forever ownin’ up to shit My shit, some of your shit Feel like I'm seasick by the ocean wave 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 lyin’, ha Always been in that spotlight (Smokin' that 8th) Probably ‘cause I’m from a dark place (Smokin' that 8th, smokin' that 8th, 8th, 8th) She don't even make my heart race no more, no No more, no more, no, no more, no, nah She don't even make my, uh She don't even make my heart race no more