Chorus:
You better believe a n***a cocky.
(Waya Waya)
Yeah I stayed doped up, 25/8 locked.
(Waya Waya)
I got chicks like Queen Twerk around me.
(Waya Waya)
And you know they bad, so, you better believe a n***a cocky.
Yeah I stay doped up.
(Waya Waya)
I hood it up.
(Waya Waya)
I run yo set!
(Waya Waya)
Yeah I stay doped up.
(Waya Waya)
Doped Up.
(Waya Waya)
Doped Up.
(Waya Waya)
25/8 locked.
(Waya Waya)

Verse 1: Ginger Trill

Tlala ka ntwana ya ko potch
Ke xhaka baqaga ba boy.
Im different, tryna by mama a Porche.
Buy baby mama a horse, I guess I'm just different.
Qaza Banyana ofcourse
Fahla banyana ka slolo ke blink ka mafako.
I heard all my haters up north, send them my love with a middle finger like a boss.
Who got the keys to the city?
Tell them I got the combination, I got the torch.
Schooling these n***as.
They need all the fees to fall, they cant afford to not be involved.
I am the voice of the people
The choice of the people
The poise of a hero
The strength of a beetle, the start of a waves.
Death of a season, Im killing the summer, Im lethal.