8th

"**8th**" is a song by Doja Cat feauring Tru Heru, that was uploaded to her SoundCloud account on July 6, 2015. The song however has been removed from her official SoundCloud account.

## Lyrics

**[Intro: Doja Cat]**
This life lately
Smokin' an 8th, smokin' an 8th, smokin' an 8th, 8th, 8th
Smokin' an 8th, smokin' an 8th, smokin' an 8th, 8th, 8th

**[Verse 1: Doja Cat | *Tru Heru*]**
Yeah, yeah, back in my 8th, fuck your rosé, sippin' that late-late-latest
Smoking the 8th, copping your bae, look in your face, face, face
And call me insane, I won't confront, y'all n\*ggas lunch, I'ma negate
Yes, I am hungry, I ain't a bully, you got the 20, I got 3K
I'm broken artist, I'm Bobby Brown, yah, you might be Kate, 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 raise, thanks, hey (Yuh, *ayy*)
But Juicy gon' take it away (Ayy, ayy, ayy, *take it a-*)
But Juicy gon' take it away (*Take it a-*)

**[Verse 2: Tru Heru | *Doja Cat* | both]**
Ah, what is life like? Ah, ayy, it's that night life, n\*gga, ah
Is that moonlight when the moon right, I'm on two strikes, n\*gga, ayy
Tryna get it together I'm sick as whatever, I'm too right, n\*gga, uh
I’m in tune right, n\*gga, uh, I'm that moon type, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
I'm the sun stars in the room type, make 'em do right
I'm too godly, wait, I'm too oddly
The realest n\*gga in the room I be, uh, I told you n\*ggas man I'm too godly
You never comprehend this, it’s rare I even exist
Bitch, tap me off your list, just swear to God I did this before
Swear to God I ain't miss before, reasons why you hate this you know?
I'm thinking bout shit, ah, what's the reason 'bout shit? (*Smokin' an 8th, smokin' an 8th, smokin' an 8th, 8th, 8th*)
Ah, baby, better off if I chill, I'd be better off with my pills (*Smokin' an 8th, smokin' an 8th, smokin' an 8th, 8th, 8th*)
Ayy, I'm just going thru shit, wait
Y'all thinkin' too much, ah, I'm just going-, wait, haha
I'm just going thru shit, yeah
I just hold it thru shit, yeah, y'all dont know, *thru shit*

**[Verse 3: Doja Cat]**
Bitches going thru 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 your new chick
It's in the jeans, boy, you know that boob thick
You know that boob big, gotta show the douche shit
Over seas on the coast in new biz
And boast in Blue jet, 'bout to go to Houston, ayy
Aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah
Aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aaah, aaaah
Aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah (8th)
Aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aaah, aaaah

**[Verse 4: Tru Heru | *Doja Cat*]**
Ayy! have you ever thought about the villa over out in Africa? Aah
Have you ever thought about the way your body hold the traffic up, aah
They ain't bad enough, yeah, ayy
I'm the motherfucking man, ah, they don't ever understand, you
I'm too ultra, yeah, but I'm never owning that (*Smokin' an 8th, smokin' an 8th, smokin' an 8th, 8th, 8th*)
I could never own enough, no, I'm forever owning that too (*Smokin' an 8th, smokin' an 8th, smokin' an 8th, 8th, 8th*)
Shit, my shit some of your shit
Feel, like I'm seasick by the ocean, wait, oh shit, wait
Uh, who the fuck are you supposed to be?
How you even get close to me? Remember people never noticed me
I'm lying, haa, always been in a nice spotlight (*Smokin' an 8th, smokin' an 8th, smokin' an 8th, 8th, 8th, 8th*)
Probably cause I’m from a dark place, she don't even make my heart race no more
No more, ah
No more, no, no more, no, uh (Hahaha)
She don't even make my, ah, ay
She don't even make my heart race no more, aah