Off Da Meter Lyrics - Murder For Hire 2 - Kevin Gates

Aye, automatic, automatic 

Automatic, automatic, panoramic coop 

That's my girl, she like to ride panoramic too 

We gazin' at the stars through this panoramic roof 

We gazin' at the stars through this panoramic roof 

Roll my weed 

Pour my with 

Would you believe I'm blowin' up? 

Gettin' 50 Gs a feature, my show price is going up 

Hard to deal with this depression lately I've been throwin' up 

The hoes they used to hate me, love me now 

My phone been off the meter 

My phone been off the meter 

I don't want to talk to nobody 

And don't want nobody around me 

Fantasizing about me 

(?) 

Privacy, please leave my privacy 

I don't want to talk to nobody 

We tryna run the money up there like way way high We tryna run the money up there like way way high you know what time it is Niggas in they feelings on my timeline? 

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Oh, whoever thought you would lie to me 

Supposed to be right here on the side of me 

Countin' me all and you doubted me 

Street nigga, I hit the lottery 

We was supposed to be married 

Pack all our bags, run away to the altar 

Anyone play with my love put a dent in they shit like the strait of Gibraltar 

God love his children, he's awesome 

He sent me an angel who's flawless 

Got shot in my mouth in '05 

Knocked out my teeth, it was awful 

Was rendered unconscious, I called you 

4: 30 AM, you were calling 

Now that's just a thing of the past 

We turned up in the Lynx and turned up retarded 

Roll my weed 

Pour my with 

Would you believe I'm blowin' up? 

Gettin' 50 Gs a feature, my show price is going up 

Hard to deal with this depression lately I've been throwin' up 

The hoes they used to hate me, love me now 

My phone been off the meter 

My phone been off the meter 

I don't want to talk to nobody 

And want nobody to route me 

Fantasizing about me 

(?) 

Privacy, please leave my privacy 

I don't want to talk to nobody 

Oh, nobody alive could do your body like I do 

Got a plug from out of town and we've been making major moves 

I know Vyron Cater, the real Vyron Carter 

Actin' like you don't believe me 

Pull out my phone, I could call her 

Breadwinner, never change 

We the strongest label in the game 

Cocaine paint on the Range 

And it's money over every day 

A couple niggas switched on me long 

But I'ma still stay the same 

Rolling round, I'ma row it down, (?) in the paint 

Roll my weed 

Pour my with 

Would you believe I'm blowin' up? 

Gettin' 50 Gs a feature, my show price is going up 

Hard to deal with this depression lately I've been throwin' up 

The hoes they used to hate me, love me now 

My phone been off the meter 

My phone been off the meter 

I don't want to talk to nobody 

And want nobody to route me 

Fantasizing about me 

(?) 

Privacy, please leave my privacy 

I don't want to talk to nobody 

Panoramic roof 

That's my girl, she like to ride panoramic too 

We gazin' at the stars through this panoramic roof 

We gazin' at the stars through this panoramic roof 

Ohh she like to ride in this panoramic coupe 

Ohh she like to ride in this panoramic coupe