Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Domani
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Domani Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Benji
Producer
Natra Average
Producer
Lyrics
I hit the eight on the break
I hit the eight on the break
I hit the eight on the break
I hit the eight on the break
Eight ball corner pocket, ****, I hit it
Ain't hidin' my hand, I did it, I did it
False evidence be appearin' the realest
I'm teachin' my children that that's all they fear is
I feel it, feel it like never before
Gave her wanderin' eyes when I step through the door
Okay, can't even say she a ho
She just know what she want and she know where I'm goin', okay
Okay I got it, I do
That lil' bitty knot like the knot in my shoe, okay
Okay I got it, I promise
She do what I said like the **** name Simon, I said it
****, just dead it already
Want more but the **** had a planet already
I done told you, I been all up in her already
You can go 'cause a **** done hit it already, like
Eight ball corner pocket, ****, I hit it
I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it
Don't ask me, you know that I hit it, I hit it
I ain't hidin' my hand, I did it, I did it
I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it
I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it
Eight ball corner pocket, ****, I hit it
I ain't hidin' my hand, I did it, I did it
Don't me, you know that I hit it, I hit it
I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it
Hm, I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it
I hit the eight on the break
I hit the eight on the break (I did it, I did it, I did it, I—)
Tired of these ****
I really got love for the city but **** be makin' me sick
See, I was just fifteen when no one was listening
Now, I don't give a fuck 'bout your cease and desist
****, cut off the phone, huh
Made a lil' money, now **** wanna vent to me
I ain't got no sympathy
They sayin' "big bro" like **** be kin to me
These **** ain't—
These **** sell they soul for some gold
These **** trade a home for a ho
These **** really hoes on the low
Where goes the nose when the doors close?
Faded like a dated baby picture
Say lil bruh, you savin', take her witcha
Feelin' like the greatest ever did it
Make the paparazzi pay to take a picture
Yeah, ****, look at ya now
Written by: Domani Harris