F8 Lyrics

She was a daughter, she was a cousin

To some she was a loved one

She had no idea that tonight was her last

Cut to the club fitta shake that ass

Every third minute a brother would ask

For that dance, She would pass

She had a violent past

Tonight she wasn't trying to get caught up in the flash

Spent a little cash

Seen a couple friends, An hour or two passed

She wasn't fitta stay late

But that wasn't up to her, That was up to fate

Three hours in she was feeling woozy

Head hangin' heavy like Chuck D uzi

Tried to make her way out of the door

Tripped, slipped, fell and landed on the floor

Body hit like a cannonball

These aren't the ill effects of her Adderall

Damn it y'all I think the girl got drugged

She don't remember the rest until her body got drug

Down a lengthy hallway similar to an old folks

Home but there wasn't soul within a lengthy stroll

She tried to scream as the carpet rug burned her

Headed to the basement furnace burner

She couldn't make out his face

Covid mask with the baseball cap, skinny waste

And as he tried to load her in

She grabbed the shank off his belt and she jabbed it in him

Fate

Now she on the freeway, the signs weren't familiar

Three hours from home but the girl was a killer

She might've done dirt with the shady past

Had a rap sheet be she ain't never killed that ass

Blood on her clubwear, the girl still drowsy

Putting two and two together with her baby maker pounding

Call it rape, she couldn't avoid fate

Probably should've stayed home but I ain't victim blaming

Coulda been a murder victim burned to her core

But she cut that old man dead on the floor

Made it out alive, But it's a tragic deal

Passed out on the freeway and she died behind the wheel

Fate