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