Dance in the mirror, I'm whining Calling my phone I decline it, yeah You know I'm stingy with timing, watch how I flip and rewind it Dance in the mirror I'm whining Calling my phone I decline it, yeah You know I'm stingy with timing, watch how I flip and rewind it Only pop out if I'm paid, smoking a joint no debate Talking that good conversation and only The Coven relay I talk my shit, I'm in the mood, I said "Fuck school" to get them blues Plenty to lose I got nothing to prove Bitch you fell off when I told you the truth (goddamn) New attitude now, yeah Bhubba that's a mood now, yeah Doechii on a move now, yeah Top of the view how it look down there I swear (goddamn) I can give you all but what's left to me Talking like you've been there but you ain't never knew me This time you can't pull up it's a new me You ain't got a shot to shoot, aye You ain't got a vibe to lose I can give you all but what's left to me Talking like you've been there but you ain't never knew me This time you can't pull up it's a new me You ain't got a shot to shoot, aye You ain't got a vibe to lose (Wink Wink) on my solo dolo rendezvous (Beaming) taking nudes, none of them for you Body like a God, love the moon, let my Yoni charge Working way too hard broke my heart but I brushed that off Maybe I'm just too soft, maybe I'm just too raw Baby, that's just my law, don't wanna wear no bra, don't wanna go too far You gon' trip but I love the trip Invite you way too much You gon' flip if I scam again Not gon' take that loss Fuck is a line to all of my friends we always get in We under the age but they buying us Gin I'm sad and depressed don't see none of these men I want they coke and they Hen', I got a joint in my hand He got a blunt to his lip, ew, anxious as fuck I can't sit still All out of luck if my drink spill Only throw up when I'm bottling up, I got hidden emotions I take a deep hit then I put it in motion I'm plucking these petals and cooking up potion It's hocus, it's pocus, new focus, new pussy It's popping, I'm chosen, I knew it, I grew it, I'm fluent You doubting my music, I'm ruling supreme She wanna follow my lead, Doechii the dean Casted a spell for this gleam Channeled my Goddess I planted my seed yea Yeah, I'm that "A" fuck a plan "B" Like what he see, bet he slanging that "D" I make him, I make 'em breathe Open that door, I took a peak, he wanna leak in my sheets He's gonna sow what he reaps give what he keeps (yea) I can give you all but what's left to me Talking like you've been there but you ain't never knew me This time you can't pull up it's a new me You ain't got a shot to shoot, aye You ain't got a vibe to lose Yeah, you know what it is man Don't let no one take your aura Don't let no one take your energy, you feel me young Doechii? Go get 'em man Eleven, eleven, I want it at seven The city take another bitty-bitty by the day we in heaven My finger itching for that, uh, ike a boy and a reverend I'm clairvoyant, nigga, you ain't gotta lie, I can smell it Too slick for the pigs, nigga, what's your endeavor? Tampa niggas know the lingo pussy, money and weather Yeah, we famous together, you ain't checking on me I can tell you desperate and jealous, nigga fuck is you selling? Krankin' in my panties after school, spitting to felons If you ain't part of the city then you ain't picking your melons If you ain't pitching your business, well, then you're probably irrelevant Nigga, none of us celibate, fuck the game for the hell of it I'm just looking for a bitty who can fly me out to Montauk Plus, I'm with my nigga and you better hope his gun tucked Pussy getting wetter and it's softer than a gum drop When I'm in Atlanta I be whipping in a sun top Sorry, I be tripping, I be itching for that gun cock He ain't getting money then you worried 'bout the wrong cock Living out a bum box, now he pushing pop rocks Nigga got the block hot ever since his song flopped Blowing up, I'm speeding up, I'm picking up my pace Bounty on my booty, they not fucking with my race When I bring my loud they be thinking that it's laced Bitch is getting loud, 'bout to put her in her place Do this shit for fun and you doing it for fame You a fake, you a fraud, you a flim Doechii lil' slim Cut the beat up, one take, one trim Nigga you're a them (what?) Launching my brand, I just started a what? Saved up my bands, I just bought a new what? Open my chakras, I opened my what? Staff getting bigger, should buy us a bus, huh Nigga biting to the bone, huh Boy you teething, suck your thumb, what? Making money from my phone, huh Doechii finally in her zone, yeah