Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Offset
Offset
Rap
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anderson Hernandez
Anderson Hernandez
Songwriter
Douglas Ford
Douglas Ford
Songwriter
Isaac De Boni
Isaac De Boni
Songwriter
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Maneesh Bidaye
Maneesh Bidaye
Songwriter
Michael John Mule
Michael John Mule
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vinylz
Vinylz
Producer
FNZ
FNZ
Producer
Maneesh
Maneesh
Producer
Tom Levesque
Tom Levesque
Producer
'BAINZ' Bains
'BAINZ' Bains
Mixing Engineer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Derek “206derek” Anderson
Mixing Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Mixing Engineer
JRich ENT.
JRich ENT.
Recording Engineer
Shareef Rupert
Shareef Rupert
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Maneesh Bidaye
Maneesh Bidaye
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Whoa
Hey
[Chorus]
Make room on my plate
I just said my grace and then I ate
Got a particular taste
I just stuffed my pockets in my face
Okay, let's have a debate, we talkin' 'bout poppin', I promise I'm feelin' a way (Who?)
I took the bodies up outta my closet, I buried 'em deep and they still in the way
[Verse 1]
I know some lil' **** got baptized
Trap Gods, they can't put the drillin' away
Had to part ways with the sad vibe, 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 **** straight out Atlanta? (Why?)
Why the judge and the cops tryna jam us? (Why?)
Why I keep gettin' 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)
Whack the witness, the evidence tampered (Whack '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 a sampler (P.E.)
I don't wanna do it but I gotta do it
Gotta kill ya, ****, if it's me or you (Hey)
He got fire, I got fye, ****, lighter fluid (Fye)
Got away from the haters, say, "Hallelujah"
Shit be crazy, the shit be the closest to you (Crazy)
It's okay, 'cause they know that I come to do it (Hey)
Hold ya V up for Virgil, exclusive Louie (V)
Bitches geekin' and tweakin', I hit a U-ey (Geekin')
Wrist hittin' and glistenin', this shit a movie (Glisten)
If it's smoke at the door, then I'm tendin' to it (Smoke)
Watch when I step, Murakami my belt (Hey)
Angel on my shoulder, but the Devil on the left (Devil)
I got a mill', not a mill' for my shelf (Million)
I do it alone, I own myself (Alone)
****, stay home 'fore your dome get left (Baow)
**** playin' dirty, hit below my belt (Dirty)
I'ma get the bag, do the show myself (Show)
Do that shit again, I had to show myself
[Chorus]
Make room on my plate
I just said my grace and then I ate
Got a particular taste
I just stuffed my pockets in my face
Okay, let's have a debate, we talkin' 'bout poppin', I promise I'm feelin' a way (Who?)
I took the bodies up outta my closet, I buried 'em deep and they still in the way
[Verse 2]
I filled up the crib with cars, the halls with all and all, I'm still havin' space
Got a particular taste, picky eater I guess, but I'm still stuffin' 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 buildin', I'm ownin' the spot, want a B, then you gotta have faith
I'm in a meditate state, ever since we lost bro, it ain't really much more I could take
I pop a ten when it's late, Mama told me to pray, I do that 'cause you know I can't play (Hey)
We flood the field up for real, we got rides in the back, but you know we ain't come here to play
You be up playin' the stakes
I be up playin' abroad with broads and mates (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Make room on my plate
I just said my grace and then I ate
Got a particular taste
I just stuffed my pockets in my face
Okay, let's have a debate, we talkin' 'bout poppin', I promise I'm feelin' a way (Who?)
I took the bodies up outta my closet, I buried 'em deep and they still in the way
Written by: Anderson Hernandez, Douglas Ford, Isaac De Boni, Jacques Bermon Webster II, Kiari Cephus, Maneesh Bidaye, Michael John Mule, Tom Levesque
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