[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 n***as 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, n***a, uh
It’s that moonlight when the moon right
I'm on two strikes, n***a, uh
Tryna get it together, I'm sick as whatever
I'm too right, n***a, uh
I’m in tune, right, n***a? 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 n***a in the room, I be, aye
I told you n***as, 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