[Produced by Ill Instrumetals]

[Intro: Tru Heru]
Don't!
Don't ya holla at me now, don't ya
Don't ya holla at me now, uh
Ill Instrumentals

[Verse 1: Tru Heru]
'Cause you don't get along with my brothers
So don't kick rocks with the others (Ehh)
It's almost like we came from the same mother
Low key, we did, this whole universe like my motherfuckin' mother
I will travel galaxies to kill you
Even if you kill me, I'll come back around and kill you, eh
Guess we'll be going back and forth between the other side (Uh)
You say they feel you, way it's looking they don't feel you, ah
Ooh, I'm burning up, you need to chill and show the real you, let the people know the deal, no amount of gold teeth
No amount of no sleep, n***a, shit will never make you trill
I know you tryna do it for the bitches, I do it for the bitches too
No lie, if in the process you crossing up my brother, find your body in them ditches too, send the pictures to your misses too
Ain't no real n***as be missing you, I've been sitting on the moon just tryna come up with some shit to do
Eyy, I've been contemplating coming down to earth to hit a lick or two (Ehh)
Kind of shocked I'm still living when I think bout all the shit that I've been living through, eyy
My brother, my sister, way I'm living swear to God you gon be living too
[Interlude]
I am the supreme master of this universe
I am the great destroyer

[Verse 2: Tru Heru]
Eyy, and you don't get along with no women (Ehh)
If you living how I'm living then you know wassup
Gotta stop thinking bitches tripping (Ehh), eh
Cause they're in tune with something deeper and they know wassup, eh
When they talking bout the greatest man they know it's us
Had to shake a few people always holding up, eyy
Always holding up the progress now I'm blowing up, eh
So if the shit not really lit then I ain't showing up, eh
And don't be pressing me 'bout money, n***a, do a lot for ya
You was sitting at the door, a n***a blew the lock for ya, now you know
How to do it I showed ya better know
If you blow it, I told ya, let 'em know

[Interlude: Tru Heru | Doja Cat]
We don't mind if I take him out, right? I need to blow off some cake (Let 'em now)
Cause he's in a very bad mood! (Let 'em now, let 'em now)

[Verse 3: Doja Cat]
With the shits though, ride up, pop a n***a in a benzo
Rattle snake skirt with the cinch coat, looking so proper when you get dough
But I can't lie, n***a, I'm anti-pictures, better keep it on the low when we get throwed
And they thinkin' they be on like that, boy, the swag ain't coming with a warning tag
You can find me with my dogs, loyal to the bone with the swag unlocked
You might think twice with the sack I bought, with the tags I pop, I can brag just 'cause
But I don't, doin' lil' things these bitches won't, yeah
Doin' all the things I fucking want, yeah, most of us been left the fuck alone, yeah
It's all about what you do with your time
What you do in your prime, got the Woo Woo with the lime
Whiskey and a dime
Yeah, Penny for your thoughts, got the Rémy on my mind
Steady on the climb, eyy, hoes steady on decline
Seat steady in recline, in the chevy with the guy
Machete on the side
And we heavy getting high, yeah, we heavy getting high
[Outro: Doja Cat]
We getting high, getting high