Whoa
Hey!
Hook [Offset]:
Make room on my plate
I just said my grace and then I ate.
Gotta particular taste.
I just stuffed my pockets in my face
Ok
Let’s have a debate we talking bout poppin
I promise I’m feeling a way (who)
I took the bodies up outta my closet.
I buried em deep and they still in the way.
Verse 1 [Offset]:
I know some lil niggas got baptized
Trap Gods, they can’t put the drilling away
Had to part ways with the sad vibes bad guys. You might be a villain today. (hey)
Ask god why I didn’t get a answer (why)
Why I lose my brother to bullets (why)
Why I lose my grandma to cancer. (why)
Why me god I need answers (why)
Why a young nigga straight out Atlanta (why)
Why the judge n the cops tryna jam us (why)
Why I keep getting all of these chances (why)
Why me god I need answers (hey)
Speak ya mind and you might get canceled (canceled)
Pinky Ring and it cost me a phantom (phantom)
Wack the witness the evidence tampered (wack em)
Dirty Money the safe is the hamper (dirty money)
Yeah my bitch she a star and I stamped her (stamped her)
P. E. jordan 3 this the sampler (P. E.)
Ion wanna do it but I gotta do it.
Gotta kill ya nigga if it’s me or you. (hey)
He got fire I got fye nigga lighter fluid (fye)
Gotta away from the Haters say hallelujah
Shit be crazy the shit be the closest to you (crazy)
It’s ok cuz they know that I come to do it. (hey)
Hold ya V up for Virgil
Exclusive Louie (V)
Bitches geeking n tweaking. I hit a Uey (geekin)
Wrist hitting n glistening this shit a movie (glisten)
If it’s smoke at the door then I’m tending to it. (smoke)
Watch when I step murakami my belt (hey)
Angel on my shoulder but the Devil on the left (devil)
I gotta mil not mil for my shelf (million)
I do it alone I own myself. (alone)
Niggas stay home before your dome get left. (baow)
Niggas playing dirty hit below my belt (dirty)
Ima get the bag do the show myself (show)
Do that shit again had to show myself
Hook [Offset]:
Make room on my plate
I just said my grace and then I ate.
Gotta particular taste.
I just stuffed my pockets in my face
Ok
Let’s have a debate we talkin bout poppin
I promise I’m feeling a way (who)
I took the bodies up outta my closet.
I buried em deep and they still in the way.
Verse 2 [Travis Scott]:
I filled up the crib with cars the halls with all n all im still having space
Gotta particular taste picky eater I guess
But I’m still stuffing my face (yeah)
She gotta natural wrap like a natural do
Like the blunt she don’t like the shit laced
I was outside of the building
I’m owning the spot
Want a B you gotta have faith.
I’m in a meditate state
Ever since we lost bro ain’t really much more I can Take
I pop a 10 when it’s late
Momma told me to pray I do that cause you know I can’t play(hey)
We flood the field up fr
We Got the rides in the back but you know we ain’t come here to play (hey)
You up be playing the stakes
I been up playing abroad
With Broads n Mates (yeah)
Hook [Offset]:
Make room on my plate
I just said my grace and then I ate.
Gotta particular taste.
I just stuffed my pockets in my face
Ok
Let’s have a debate we talking bout popping
I promise I’m feeling a way (who)
I took the bodies up outta my closet.
I buried em deep and they still in the way
Letras
EN
PT