Girls

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