Pass the Water Lyrics

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Okay

Said okay, okay

Look

It's the

Bastard daughter here to bring this rap shit back to order

Mass destruction emanating from this rapping aura

I'm way ahead with this music, they never catch the order

Kinda sorta past the borders

Yeah I just had to warn ya

One day Imma make it big and go to California

I'm telling you that I'm the shit, so can you pass it forward?

You on the throne, I'm coming for ya, yeah I'm running towards ya

Motherfucker better pass that torch before I pass the torture

And it's all for friends and family, yeah I'm rapping for ya

To my future children, I'll make the millions, stack it for ya

Riding on this dreamboat

Tryna make my dreams float

Still got manners at the table, shit can you pass the water?

Yeah yeah

Said can you pass the water?

Saying fuck you to the labels and they petty offers

For real

And they petty offers

Man fuck they petty offers

Said fuck they petty offers

Yeah fuck they petty offers

Ten mills couldn't make me sign a deal, I'm too nice and ill

I'm still saying fuck they offers

Yeah fuck they offers, fuck they petty offers

Said fuck they offers, fuck they petty offers, man

Man fuck they offers, fuck they petty offers

Okay, look

I said my thoughts too loud bitch

So buss the speakers up

I stay at war with my demons, I keep a heater tucked

I see you claiming the throne, lil bitch yo lease is up

I'm coming for what you own, you gon get eaten up

And yeah I got them all worried cause I don't eat enough

But really they should think about who they speaking of

Way ahead of these bitches and they ain't keeping up

I'm working while they all sleeping, the sun be creeping up

But sometimes it get hard

Tryna follow my heart

Yeah

Tryna follow my heart

I ain't done yet

Got some more shit to say

Said it's hurricane Rae coming through just to make a mess again

They hating cause I'm on a deeper level of intelligence

I'm out here tryna rise above, bitches out here devilin'

They telling me I won't be shit and damn it gets so deafening

I hit block on the tiktok and then I move on

Take six shots, get the bitch hot and now the crew gone

Can't you see I'm on my shit? Writing til my hand hurt

Hours just to polish shit, they still saying it's man work

And I'm still the bastard daughter

You lambs to my slaughter

The cops came and I just made yo bitch stash the quarter

Shut the fuck up, them opinions make my head hurt

It's Rae Luna

They just calling me Girl Sweatshirt